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at me and launched his assault. My asshole
stretched wider and wider, but I couldn t quite
dial it up to the enormous setting that was
obviously required for this job. I whimpered my
discomfort as he kept on pushing.
 Am I hurting you, buddy? He sounded
genuinely concerned.
I looked him in the eyes and nodded in the
affirmative. His eyes were brown, fringed with
long dark lashes. They were the one undamaged
feature in his face.
 This setup stinks, man, I groaned.  If you d
just untie my legs, I know this would all be much
easier and a hell of a lot more fun for both of us.
My hands will still be tied, so I won t be going
anywhere.
He considered this, then reached forward and
started with the knots in the ropes around my
ankles. The motion brought his big balls within
reach. I ran the tip of my tongue over the tiny
ridge running up the center of the sac. He froze,
his hands suspended in mid-air. When he looked
down at me, I gave him a grin and licked again.
His expression relaxed and he went back to his
knots.
When he got them undone, I hooked my knees
over his shoulders.  Let me down easy. I sighed.
 I feel like a pretzel. He lowered me slowly,
massaging the small of my back and my cramping
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hips. Christ, it felt good to straighten out! My butt
nestled against his belly. I felt the head of his prick
poking eagerly at my twitching ass hole. As he
continued his massage, a warm, tingling feeling
radiated through me, and my cock slowly
stretched up beyond my navel again.
I slipped my legs down off his shoulders and
wrapped them around his waist. Now I was ready
for him. He pressed into me and my tight little
pucker opened up like a flower in the sunshine. It
had been a long time since I d been the fuckee
instead of the fucker, and I had to admit I was
liking it already. I savored every fat, throbbing
inch of his meat as he plugged it in deep.
Jackson s hands hovered tantalizingly above
the tingling flesh of my torso. The hairs on my
body were like little nerve fibers, sending all the
sensory impressions from his hands directly to my
groin. When he massaged my aching biceps,
sending the blood back along to my poor hands, I
smiled up at him gratefully.
 You re one hot dude, he whispered.
 Untie my hands, I pleaded.  I want to touch
you.
 I can t do that, man. Sorry. He seemed to
mean it.
If I had any hope at all for survival, it looked
like I d have to pin it on my new fuck buddy. I still
had to work out some of the finer details of my
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escape, but for now, it was essential to keep the
guy happy. I dropped the subject of involuntary
bondage and set out to dazzle him with my
technique. Jackson grabbed the barbell rack for
leverage and drove it home, plugging my butt
with about ten inches of very thick dick. I breathed
a relieved sigh when his balls bounced off my
tailbone.
 Hey, Jackson. He looked down at me, his
eyes glazed with lust.  Kiss me, man. I like to get
kissed while I m getting fucked. He was clumsy
at first, like he d never done it before. He learned
fast though, and soon our tongues were parrying
and thrusting against each other. Through it all, he
continued with the old in-and-out, his fat low-
hangers slapping rhythmically against my
tailbone. Every time he raked the hard ridge of his
cock crown across my prostate, my ass ring
spasmed and my dick swelled like it was going to
erupt.
It finally did, a thick drop of my man-cream
oozing out, filling my cumhole like a liquid pearl.
I started to howl like a dog baying at the moon,
the spunk spouting out of me like water out of a
fountain. The first shot caught me on the forehead
and trickled into my hair. The next one arced up
and splattered across my chest. Then I really
tightened down and popped a shot over my head,
which splashed onto my forearms. Jackson s eyes
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rolled back in his head and he started jabbing into
me at about ninety miles per hour. His cock
swelled to even more monumental thickness as he
emptied his balls then collapsed on top of me,
panting and laughing.
 You were incredible, man, he gasped.  You
sure as hell are full of juice. What a turn-on.
 You re not so bad yourself. I smiled up at
him.  I haven t been on the bottom for a long time.
I d forgotten what I was missing. Thanks. He
stood up reluctantly, scooped a glob of cum off
my belly and popped it into his mouth. Then he
dropped to his knees and proceeded to lick me
clean, his rough tongue grooming my fur into
tight curls. When he d lapped up the last drops, he
padded off to Chin s office, returning with a
washcloth and a big towel. He cleaned me up,
then proceeded to reach for the ropes that had
bound my feet. He was interrupted when the
telephone rang shrilly in Chin s office.
He ran to pick it up.
I strained to listen but he wasn t saying much.
He hung up and walked back over to the weight
bench, a stricken look on his face.  I m gonna
untie you so you can get dressed, then I ve gotta
take you someplace.
 What s up? Apprehension suddenly ruined
the nice afterglow I d been enjoying. Jackson
refused to look me in the eyes. My heart sank. It
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looked like my luck had run up against a stone
wall.
After slipping back into his clothes, Jackson
untied me. My hands were numb at first, then the
pinpricks started shooting through my fingers. I
flexed my arms tentatively. They still worked, sort
of. I dressed clumsily, stepped into my loafers and
waited.  Where are you taking me, Jackson? I
asked finally, breaking the oppressive silence
between us.
 Turn around, he mumbled.
As I obeyed him, I heard a familiar swishing
sound.  Please, I had started to say when the
cosh got me on the back of the head, putting a
sudden end to my curiosity.
I started coming around again, in spite of all my [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]