boxers as I concentrated on his huge swelling seeming to burst my cheeks. “Oh! Pete, that is so good.” Soon we were completely engulfed in each other as his fingers enjoyed me down under, I paused for a moment to give him the cream, like we used to, he would want to enjoy creaming me before our fuck.

“You are so tight. Like you were when we first met remember, Pete? When I had to use a dildo first to stretch you. Has it been that long?”

I told him about Danny - I had to, we were always honest about things. He emigrated to Australia about six months back and there has been no one since, so that’s probably why I am tight. Hope that wont put you off me, Mathew?

“Out me off you, don’t be silly , Babe - look I have been with another so good for the goose Huh?”

“Good for the Gander” I replied, so happy he was okay with that.

As he held himself - inside me like he always did - I enjoyed the special feeling - being full of Mathew was divine, the way he occasionally moved it inside me, that certain throb and his twist as he adjusted and twisted a little as he fucked. It was wonderful to be full of his cock, unlike Danny who was only six inches, Mathew was quality and size at 7 ½ and it felt better too. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed Danny as I have explained so many times in my former accounts of my sessions with Danny - but in a different way. With Mathew though, I had to be on full alert, moving in the right way to accommodate him, feeling the sting at first but he, asking if it was alright as he worked himself into me, in one of our favourite positions, me spread eagled over the kitchen table, a cushion beneath my tummy, to raise my ass to just the right height for an easy penetration, now that was good, special too , to be presenting my ass to him again for his pleasure, the luxury of feeling his tongue lick and tantalise me crazy, until I was begging for his fuck.

“Wiggle it for me, show me how much you want me?” he yelled It was simply heaven on earth , and would he spank me again, as he always liked to do before we fucked, how he loved to make my cheeks red and glowing he said, it sort of made the fuck more complete, and taking his beating, his open hand firmly coming down across my ass, always stung at first, but is still felt good, and after several spanks, the heavenly feeling of numbness, he was still beating me but the pain had gone, replaced by a rapturous feeling of being with him, wanting him, to be all and everything for him, my special guy who I so very much cherished.

Then after, my ass aching for him now, one more very deep suck of his cock, priming him ready for his fuck, drawing his whole length into my mouth deep throat as I felt the lure of his p-hole as my tongue layered and cradled his pre- cum, the taste of him again, so special, reminding me of the sea and the smell of the seaweed. Like I was out there on the beach, with him , our bodies relishing each others touch and exploration, the adventure always fresh, always something new to experience.

Like when he asked me what I though about the idea of yellow rain.