After giving him a foot massage, Mark surprised me by asking if he could kiss me, then if we could go to my bedroom. I had already removed his pants. On my bed I removed his shirt and boxer-briefs, which gave me a splendid view of his hairy chest and athletic body.
After taking hold of his fat, perfectly circumcised penis with a vein running up to the mushroom crown, I gave him the full talents of my mouth, taking all 8 inches down my throat. My pursed lips gripped the beveled head and my tongue tasted the first of many offerings of his precum. My mouth moved with fervor up and down the shaft and along the vein.
"Peter, where did you learn that?" he asked. "I never felt that much pleasure from being sucked." I thought about his poor wife unable to meet the challenges of his big dick.
No way I was going to tell him how much practice I had had, nor did I mention that he hadn't tried a man's mouth on his dick before, so he had no frame of reference. What I did say is, "If you like my mouth on your penis, you really are going to like it in other places."
"I'm intrigued," Mark said.
I lifted his hairy legs and settled on his taint. So far, Mark had been wonderfully compliant, but was he OK with having this tender part of him licked?
His ass was too tantalizing to pass up. I glued my tongue to that delicate area between his balls and hole. It tasted his sweat there on this 85-degree day. I lavished it with my lips and tongue using as much spit as I could muster to polish him.
Since the moment I met him, Mark had been full of surprises, and this time was no different. He lifted up his legs and let me settle
into his forbidden place. As I licked his taint he reached his hand to the back of my head pushing me lower and closer to his hole. "I'm really curious about how it feels," he said earnestly. "I've
never been licked there."
The moist area under his balls smelled musky. I slid lower toward his hole, but I remembered Mark was married to a woman and, despite his curiosity, would he think me too much of a pig if I ate his ass.
My concern was unjustified. He gave me another surprise when he took a pillow and slid it under his butt, affording me a full look at his bottom.
I couldn't take my eyes off it -- dark hair swirling in every direction, out from his pink hole. Hair shot up his crack to his lower back, making delectable sprigs at the top. This was the hairiest ass ever presented to my face.
I grabbed his cheeks and separated them. I moved my tongue onto his upper crack and slobbered some spittle onto it. I darted my tongue toward his hole and kissed it as he moaned. He grabbed my head and pushed it onto his hole, beckoning my tongue and lips to his tangy place. So much for worrying about what he'd think of my piggy side.
I tried to use my tongue to drive him insane; the sounds he made confirmed it was at least making him excited.
Mark used his hands to pull up his thighs, making my invasion easier. He smelled like the locker room at Revere Beach when I was a teenager. He wasn't dirty, just reeking of sweat and butt fragrance. My tongue went into overdrive, caressing his rosebud and the area around it. I pushed my tongue all the way inside
him and he relaxed into it. I was going to give him the gift of my tongue -- or was it more him giving me the gift of his hole?
The noises he made fueled my attack. His dick confirmed that he was in ecstasy. “Fantastic," he moaned. "I don't know if I can stand it."
But he did. After perhaps 20 minutes, Mark lowered his legs to gain leverage and grabbed me under my shoulders. I wondered what he was doing, but it didn't take long to find out.
He lifted my body and pushed me face down on the bed, using his knees to hold me down. He kissed the back of my neck and pawed at my boxer-briefs. He pulled them downward and threaded them through my legs.
"Your butt is the hairiest part of you," he whispered in my ear as he ran his finger along my crack. I was smooth above the stomach but grew progressively hairy as you moved lower. My stomach was covered with brown hair around my belly button leading to the promise of my crotch. But in all modesty, it was my butt crack that always caught my bed partners’ attention. The thick hair spoke to my Italian roots.
I like how your cheeks are smooth until I push them open and look closer,” he said. “I love how hairy your crack is.”
“Mark, you have a much better view than I."
Mark spit a looger onto my hole and ordered me to lift my pelvis. He placed a pillow under my body.
"I've never been this close to a man's ass before. Yours is beautiful -- round and meaty. I have porn hidden in my mancave at home. Late at night I sneak-watch it and beat off to men doing all kinds of dirty things with their asses. Now I understand why you guys love butt so much."
"So are you going to beat off to my ass?" I asked.
"Not exactly. I have different plans,” and he drooled more spit onto my crack.
"I don't want to hurt you, Peter, but I've never fucked an ass before. I want to find out what all the fuss is about."
So ... I was going to take his 8 fat Polish inches inside me.
Mark started slowly, rubbing his mushroom cap up and down my crack. I could feel the heat from it on my butt. He kept the head at the hole and left it there.
"Hmmm. I am feeling as if I'm in one of those porn movies I
watch,” he said. "Let’s see how instructional they were. Do you like getting fucked by a fat dick like mine?"
"Well, to be honest, I haven't gotten fucked in more than a year and I'm pretty tight there. Is that going to be a problem?” And we both laughed. “I want you insid e me, Mark, but could we start nice and slow?"
"We could,” he said, "But my intuition tells me that you like it a little rough." And with that he pushed the head inside.
“Relax, Peter. I know this is going to feel good for you as well.”
Mark pushed in another inch, meeting resistance from that cranky ring of muscle. "That feels good already. I need you to
open up and let me fuck you.” He stuck his tongue inside my ear, an erogenous zone for me.
I concentrated on relaxing my hole. "Let him in," I prompted myself. “You have an incredibly sexy straight married man who wants to fuck you. How lucky can you be?”
Mark pushed past my sphincter before I was ready, forcing me to concentrate on pushing out and letting him in. The polite guy I met at the underwear rack had disappeared and a tiger had emerged. He drove all 8 inches inside me. It hurt, but I wanted it so badly I told myself I could handle the pain.
Mark grabbed my neck and whispered, "Now I own your Italian ass, and I intend to make use of it.”
"He’s a dream come true,” I thought, “if you like to bottom.”
At that moment, I wanted all he had to give. He pulled out almost all the way and then thrust forcefully back in as I felt his pubic hair bang against my cheeks. I started to let myself go and surrender to him.
"Tell me how fantastic that feels," he bragged, pulling the back of my hair. Mark was not lacking in confidence.
"Ya know, now that we’ve gotten this far, I want to rough-fuck you,” he said. You suspect you’d like that."
How did he know how much of a bottom I was? He gets points for intuition. I rarely meet guys who pick up on my wanting to get fucked hard without me telling them.
"I'm going to long-dick you the way you like it,” as he blew in my ear. “You want to feel my big dick pumping you hard, don’t you? I saw the way you checked out my crotch at Lord & Taylor’s.”
I confessed. “When you told me you were Polish, I wondered if you matched the stereotype. Then when I learned you were married, I wondered what it would be like to get fucked by a straight guy. Neither you nor your dick has disappointed. So fuck me.”
Mark slapped my ass hard and told me he would nail my ass without mercy. He kept his word, plowing deep, varying the speed and banging his balls against my pelvis.
“Your ass is on fire,” he said. "And so is my dick. My dick will probably need aloe vera lotion after we finish."
He turned me onto my back and said, “Let’s try this. I want to see your face as I plow you.
Mark lifted my legs over his shoulders and re-entered my ass.
“This position feels much better than doggie-style,” he said. “Isn’t that what you call it? I can see the desire for my dick in your blue eyes.”
Mark had a lot of stamina. I worried if I could keep up as I wasn’t used to a guy his size. But my own hard dick spoke volumes.
His face was red with excitement as he did me. Then his rhythm slowed. "I'm close,” he warned. Are you ready for my load?"
I heard his load roar as he unloaded his Polish load inside me. He even squeezed the base of his dick to make sure all of it got inside.
Then he kissed me and tousled my hair. Now it’s your turn to get off. But I need to tell you that I’ve never sucked a dick. Hope I can do OK.
He’s considerate, too, I thought, as he grabbed the base and tongued the puckered tip.
“Ya know I’ve always been intrigued by uncut dicks. I've only seen a few in the locker room, but it’s hard not to stare at what I don’t have.
I was already on the verge of orgasm. “Grip the skin lightly and use your lips to move my foreskin up and down," I instructed. He was a fast learner. It took only a couple of minutes before I warned him that I was going to cum. He took his mouth off my dick, but continued to stroke me. I had one of the best orgasms of my life and one of the messiest. Cum had shot up to my chest and his hand was covered in my white spooge. We cleaned up with paper towels I adroitly keep under my bed.
We were both exhausted.
"I have no words to describe the last hour," he said. “I never expected anything like this when I left my house.”
That made two of us.
Then came another of his surprises:
"Do you have any plans tonight? Let's go out for dinner, then we can come back here and do it again.
Mark seemed to have forgotten that he had a wife that might wonder where he was. But who was I to complain?
