for what you gave to me."

I pondered the magnificence of what he was offering me for a moment.

"Is that what your Tony did? Did he fuck you?"

"No," Tim answered. "I was always the top with Tony. But I know I can't go back there. All of my Tonys are in the past."

I stood up from the bed, got below him, and slowly stripped off my clothes. I could see the intake of breath when Tim saw how I was equipped. I was big and thick, but not nearly as big as he was. But I could see the fear and apprehension, mixed with resignation. And, yes, there was also a slight sense of interest and anticipation in his eyes as I moved over to my nightstand, removed a tube of lubricant, and came back to stand before him.

"You'll have to spread this leg, I'm afraid," he murmured apologetically. "It really has a mind of his own, and I need to be open much wider if I'm going to take that in."

I was stroking my cock with the lubricant to bring me to a higher arousal, but also, which he hadn't noticed, I was pushing large gobs of the lube back to my asshole, preparing for my plan.

"Don't need your legs wide for this," I answered. "In fact, need them more together."

With that, I came back down to the bed beside him and started sliding lube up and down on his gargantuan tool, which was already returning to full staff from the earlier attention I'd given it.

"What? What are you do doing?" Tim stammered. "No, no, you've been wonderful. I can't let . . ."

I moved on top of him, straddling his hips between my knees and once more brought my mouth to his to stop his spewing of depressed self-pity. I positioned my asshole over his yardstick and slowly descended, bringing him into me. Up, up, skin sliding on skin, mushroom cap making love to undulating ass canal walls.

Tim arched his chest up and his head back and screamed "Oh, God! Oh, God! Y-e-s-s-s" As his chest came up, my lips reattached to his nipples, in turn, and gave them a deep suck. He writhed in ecstasy under me as I pumped him and, alternatively, held him in me deep and rotated my pelvis around, making love to all sides of the huge tool of his. He had the fist of his good hand wrapped around my penis like it was a joystick in a racing car, and we shot off nearly simultaneously.

I collapsed on top of him, and we both lay there, glistening with heaving chests, neither able to speak for several moments. Panting. Sighing. Both lost in fulfilled arousal.

"Thank you, thank you," Tim was whispering – a broken record of self-pity once more under the needle.

"No, it is I who thank you," I said firmly through lips plastered to the crook of his neck.

"I don't understand. You have given me such a great gift. And I don't deserve. . ."

"No!" I exclaimed more loudly. "The gift was to me from you. Even before I saw that huge dick of yours, which is enough gift in itself, I wanted you. I wanted you in me. From the first day I saw you sitting there in the pew in front of me,