At a truck stop cafe on a break from driving, I was surprised to see Joe there who I knew and with his mate Jerry who I did not know. We had something to eat but my appetite needed another recipe not on the menu or was I just being too keen. Why on earth was I thinking like this on a break from driving? The cafe was busy and on using the toilet despite many people in and out like a supermarket with smells of sweat, urine and some shit in the air - Joe suddenly grabbed my buttock so that Jerry could see whilst no-one else could and all three of us then knew what we really wanted, despite not saying anything?
We went into separate toilet cubicles on finding the first available and rinsed our arses to be clean for what we were hoping would happen? Okay, toilet water is not as good as a hot shower but I so much wanted that arse to suck and kiss.
I knew Joe had spoken to Jerry about me but I did not know what it was Jerry enjoyed himself, although he clearly accepted what Joe and I enjoyed. I wish I knew how many others are turned on by the arse for mouth contact but not fucking that other people seem to expect afterwards. No way for me, because I know how great this mouth on arse contact feels and want to give the same pleasure back that I had enjoyed some years ago. Or was there an additional surprise in store for me today as things don't always turn out as we think?
The arse has always turned me on – those lovely buttocks with the crack down the middle and hole to inside for facial contact, but I don't like fucking? How do I explain that to others?
In the lovely blue sky and clear sun getting warmer all the time, we walked down this country field, well away from the cafe and any roads into an area where no-one else was and could have the best chance of being alone. As we approached a light forest in being able to enjoy the sun without too many trees blocking that out, Jerry noticed an old disused oil barrel standing upright and turned this onto its side rolling into the light forest.
All three of us then stripped off knowing what we all wanted but best of all were in a location where no-one else should see us (you know the type, who want to spoil harmless fun) as we were on country fields without any set public path or with any road nearby.
Jerry sat down on this barrel he obtained and moistened his cock by spitting on it then pulled me back towards and plunged his ivory cock into my arse – Ow –Argh, No, that I should have checked about first with this horrible pain but now his cock was inside me, the pain got less as Jerry started fucking me.
As Joe's arse came towards my face, I knew as Joe did what we both really wanted licking and kissing his lovely currant bun cheeks for starters, once my tongue was in a fair place for his hole to kiss, lick and suck, I moved forward locking my hands around Joe's stomach pulling his arse further back into my face kissing and sucking with joy.
It could have been so easy to say how my tongue went inside Joe and poked around as deep as I could get it, but despite all of us being clean leaving those toilets after our rinse, as strong as my urge was I simply did not have the courage yet to go inside that hole with my tongue, although what many don't actually realise is how fantastic the tongue and lips alone can feel on the anus without tonguing inside. That incredible feeling is also enjoyed with a kiss and suck of the arse without any licking.
"Wow, Awesome, More" – Joe certainly yelled out in delight knowing or hoping no-one else could hear us given how far we were from that cafe and any roads whilst Jerry continued fucking away on my own arse and I actually felt sorry for him poking his rod inside me and not having the fun I was.
"Hey Jerry, you don't realise what you're missing here" Joe laughed out whilst continuing to enjoy my lips and tongue as I kept sucking, licking and kissing his lovely arse – "keep going, marvellous" joys rang out as Joe felt so great and did not want this to end. It made Jerry's fucking seem more of a ritual. Who needs fucking when you can enjoy this and wish I knew if many others were turned on by the arse for oral contact and no fucking that I also thought about earlier and probably repeated now in my keenness to know but doubt if I ever will?
"I won't be long" Jerry chuckled just before he shot his load inside me yelling the same time with his orgasm as Joe was with my mouth job on his arse. Pulling out, Jerry willingly came round to my front as Joe then laid me face down over the oil barrel for what I was hoping would happen and I don't mean a spanking. Jerry knelt down with his arse to my face in the lower position we were now in.
"Wow", fantastic- I was surprised how quick and keen Joe's tongue went inside me licking up his mates juice just put there. That felt amazing - Joe's lovely tongue and lips not just onto but inside my arse as well – Fantastic incredible feeling – I wish you could share this as I hoped it would go on for as long as possible as well as Joe making sure the outside of my arse was not missing anything either. Suck, Suck, Suck, from Joe's lips felt like an incredible soft vacuum up onto and inside my arse as I started raising myself off the barrel, upright holding Joe's head on my arse and kept pushing back to get even more by greed and as lovely as Joe was giving this to me, I forgot in the fascination felt and briefly sat back on his face too hard by mistake as my arse just kept wanting more. Forget any cock or tits for sucking – if you have not had this on your arse – then believe me, it's worth trying and don't listen to those who say that only the tongue can work on the anus. Don't worry about positions either as relaxing can enable any shape to enjoy for mouth to anus/arse contact as the lips or tongue or both together give an amazing feeling most would feel is only exaggerated on any pictures or videos. My favourite as here is doing this for real and Joe knew that sitting on his face as I had done by moving was my initial excitement on contact from his mouth as I then returned to my original position over that barrel.
Jerry enjoyed watching us and then welcomed my tongue and lips on and around his anus. A short laugh yelled out at first, with sighing followed his fascination felt as I gave him what Joe had just enjoyed from me and what I was now enjoying from Joe at the same time except that Joe was going inside me as well – amazing feeling? I always wanted this threesome to occur and so able to enjoy licking one full view arse in front of me kissing up and down that crack as well as on the arse whilst having my own arse upright in same position and licked at the same time. With some spit on Jerry's arse to moisten and suck him further, he suddenly pulled away, swung around and plugged my mouth giving me another helping of cum he had previously supplied into my arse that was now licked up by Joe.
"That was not only the most fantastic orgasm I have had" Jerry cried out with delight, "and have never cum twice before in such a short period. Thanks to you, my arse now feels like a Jacuzzi and I want it to stay this way as long as possible". Jerry went on to say how this fantastic feeling caused him to need both a snooze in this lovely now hotter sun and another bite to eat as well saying he would see us both later.
Usually I would have felt disappointed or annoyed if someone had received everything from me, but gave nothing back – not even a kiss (unless we agreed beforehand) – but somehow none of that mattered here as Joe was that special contact who was giving me so much in return for my tongue turn on his arse, that both of us loved and that seems to hold a reluctance by others despite how fantastic this feels and with respect shown through cleanliness. Many thousands view the subject of rimming online so why do they hesitate to comment or meet up with someone to enjoy clean fun after washing together?
Joe's incredible sucking and kissing of my arse changed to even deeper licking than any tonguing already done and my arse felt as if it was sponge outside that had just been sucked dry with hot syrup being released from Joe's mouth and licked up inside me like Treacle Pudding as a favourite dessert enjoyed as a child spooning the filling from inside the pudding that now felt like Joe's tongue with vanilla sauce coming out from my cock. As Joe's mouth continued with so much enjoyment to my arse, this not only reminded me of my earlier turn on both Joe and Jerry's backsides but also being told off by that school dinner lady as a child for licking the bowl that I enjoyed so much with that treacle and vanilla sauce but even more so now with the bowl as my arse relishing Joe's tongue stuck inside my arse moving up, down and around me as if to reach all parts that was now beyond heaven.
Those who think the arse is only for fucking and the mouth for sucking cock and verbal kissing have no idea what they are missing out on. How can I need anything else after this?
"Would you mind sucking my arse"?
Who the hell was that, as Joe and I looked up in alarm being the last thing we expected?
"I am Dan and heard some shouting earlier when on a quiet walk alone and wanted to make sure no-one was in any harm. Once I saw what was really happening, I felt very pleased, kept myself hidden to continue watching this fun not often seen and when your friend had left, I thought it's worth asking you politely"
I liked Dan's attitude and told him I would if he was clean and on dropping his pants, he was in addition to smelling okay, so I gave him a mouth job on his arse that he also relished the same as both Joe, Jerry and I certainly had enjoyed (yes there is paradise for the arse) and I was still continuing to love receiving from Joe who had pushed his mouth back into my arse without even asking him after I started the same kissing, sucking and licking onto but not inside Dan's arse who laughed in delight and amazement at the great feeling received.
Unlike Jerry, Dan said he wanted to give something back and that as Joe was taking care of my arse, he took my now half erect cock and surprisingly I pissed inside his mouth? Dan in good humour spat this out saying that he preferred cream to salt water and would make the conversion.
This was probably Dan's sudden hot mouth with Joe's lovely tongue in my arse at the same time that caused any pissing to happen and I said what a great attitude Dan had when he first showed.
What a marvellous day with three clean arses sucked plus my own arse and cock sucked and licked at the same time. My cock soon turned into rock and could not hold back for long as it felt too great (both together that I did not get earlier from Jerry) before spouting cum inside Dan's mouth who swallowed every drop without hesitation.
To my surprise Dan asked Joe for his cock as well and happy to oblige, Joe came round to my front enabling me to give a 2nd mouth job on his arse that feels great, whilst having his cocked sucked by Dan that I had just enjoyed together.
Joe certainly deserved receiving the best of both worlds with the prolonged mouth job on my arse and to get the best from this; Joe started thrusting fairly hard that I wish I had done now on my turn with Dan. As his arse came back into my face my tongue slipped inside and I didn't care anymore after all Joe had done to my arse and was still feeling incredible with how far he had pushed inside me with his mouth.
It's probably going to tickle for a while whenever I sit down, so will have to ensure I am alone as I cannot keep making excuses for laughing. Just as well I am driving alone.
Pushing forward, Joe's cock enjoyed Dan's hot mouth and throat and on pulling back his arse enjoyed my tongue and lips going inside every time that almost felt continuous as his thrusting got faster yelling out in delight – "deeper, deeper" at the fascination being felt on both sides together. Joe managed to delay cumming as he wanted to feel this for longer with a hot mouth both on his cock and tonguing his arse without any breaks either side ensuring ready entry of our mouths hot on Joe for each shove forward and back.
The constant glorification felt in paradise caused Joe to cum as his thrusting stopped and spraying started onto Dan's face as well as inside his mouth just as my tonguing changed to sucking and kissing Joe's arse that prolonged his cumming inside Dan's mouth.
Super, lovely, great arse, I just can't get enough.
"Thanks ever so much for your mouth job on my arse that felt marvellous" Dan said on wiping his face in joy from Joe's cum saying he would leave us now and one day will try licking and kissing an arse himself. Joe and I thanked Dan for the blowjobs we had enjoyed pumping cum inside Dan's hot mouth and throat pushing in as far as we could just intensified the orgasm already felt and is why Joe cum for so long with his arse being sucked by my lips at the same time.
Things had worked out well as it was clear now from what Dan just said that he was not yet ready to do a mouth job on the arse but as with almost everyone else, he loves to receive this.
Just as anyone who does fuck thinks nothing of wearing a condom now, hopefully the day will come when a wash together before rimming will be seen in the same way.
Joe and I then kissed passionately knowing the arse for a mouth job is what turns us both on the most. If only others could be like Dan and know what we had just enjoyed and how with respect shown through being clean for something that feels so great.
Straight Fraternity's Connor has the one thing I look for most in a man: he can shoot his load of cum while getting rimmed!
The lucky guy who gets to taste his hole in this video is Southerner Dean, a straight boy unusually adept at sucking cock and licking ass! The pair of fratboys really look hot at the start of the video, sitting side-by-side in a sofa, each with a hand wrapped around the other's hard cock. They even try tentatively exchanging blowjobs in a 69 position.
Connor gets into a bit of assplay, lubing his cock and rubbing it up and down Dean's ass crack (thankfully there is no boring fucking here). Then things really heat up when Connor straddles Dean's face; this gives Dean easy access to licking Connor's balls and lets him bury his nose up his ass at the same time. Connor responds well to this teabagging, you can almost see his cock getting harder. Finally Dean starts tonguing the blond jock's butthole which puts Connor right over the edge, and he beats his meat furiously to explosion!
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This was insane. After getting all horned up with some online interaction on a man-to-man sex site I was driving to the house of a guy I didn't know. He'd asked me to come over for some cuddling and fondling after letting me know he just wanted some body contact with another man. In fact, he specifically said that the invitation was not for sex - and, for some reason, that intrigued me even more.
We'd been "playing" with, and teasing each other, online for several years. The fact that we lived fairly close to each other made it that much hotter for me. Knowing that this hot guy could be stroking his photogenic cock, pulling on his nipples and massaging his own hole as we IM-ed or messaged each other always got my cock hard and oozing sweet pre-cum (which I never let go to waste). He once even emailed me a video clip of himself blowing a buddy, which ended with a shot of cum flying everywhere. On occasion I'd used the video as inspiration while jerking off.
In his profile, he claimed to be an "expert ass eater." That thought, along with the visual stimulation of facial hair in his posted photos, always got my hard cock leaking juice and my manhole twitching like crazy. It had literally been years since my ass had a good tongue-fucking.
This time, the online messaging had started off innocently enough - and then he blatantly asked me to come over for some relaxing masculine body contact. I still don't know why I responded that I would. He messaged me back with the address and description of his house.
I quickly hopped in the shower, paying a little extra attention my hole and allowing my soapy finger (or two) to slip inside a couple times. I know, this supposedly wasn't an invitation to a sexual experience - but, damn, if he wanted to eat ass, I was going to be ready with it on the menu. I dried off, then threw on some black boxer briefs, a pair of shorts, a comfortable old T-shirt and my flip-flops before heading out the door.
I could feel precum oozing onto my leg as I drove the ten minutes to the address provided. Being a nervous wreck, I turned the wrong way at the street on which he lived and had to backtrack to find the house. The craziness, and possible danger, of just walking into a stranger's house was not lost on me as I opened the front door and went in. I followed the messaged instructions to walk upstairs, past a steamy bathroom smelling of a manly soap, and into the bedroom. A handsome man, with a few days growth of beard, was resting under the sheets on the bed.
We both said "hi" and, like it was perfectly normal, I started removing my clothing. As I slipped off the boxer briefs, with my ass pointed towards the guy in the bed, he sighed and moaned what I took to be a sign of approval. Slipping into the bed, I was felt so nervous I wondered if I could get it up if I needed to do so. We snuggled together and my bed buddy began to caress my back and ass. I moved a little closer and began to do the same to him. Staring into my eyes, he began to twist and pull my nipples, causing my cock to immediately begin stirring. Getting hard was not going to be an issue. I felt his stiff cock brush against my thigh and knew that physical contact without sex was probably going to be a bit difficult as this point.
One of his hands went to my cock, while the other began to somewhat roughly play with my ass. His fingers were prying my buttcheeks apart and occasionally brushing against my shaved asshole. He pounded my prick, as one finger gave my hole even more attention. I caught myself gasping out loud while his scruffy face met my neck with a few gentle kisses. At the same time, I was fondling his smooth balls and rubbing my thumb in the precum at the tip of his pulsing shaft.
He released himself from my grasp, got untangled from the mass of limbs and was up on his knees. I finally got a good look at his nice body, including the hint of a fuzzy round tummy - something I've always appreciated. I was rolled over on my stomach, face into the pillow and butt in the air, as he continued to stroke my cock. Both of his hands then began massaging my ass and pulling my cheeks apart. A number of fingers repeatedly rubbed against my hole. I then felt his breathe near my ass crack and then a tongue starting at my lower back and wiggling down the crevice to circle the muscled ring around my manhole. His tongue flicked the opening several times and then, with it rolled to a point, it was forced in and out of my twitching sphincter. I was gasping, moaning and yelling like a teenage girl in heat. I could feel pre-cum dripping of my cockhead onto the bed. My ass-eater caught some with his hand, smeared it around the opening of my butt, and then went to town eating again. I was in heaven - and was somewhat stunned when he suddenly stopped munching on my backside.
My new intimate friend plopped down on the bed beside me, smiling broadly and said, "Every man needs to have his ass eaten really well."
I wasn't going to argue.
Rolling onto his back, he motioned for me to reposition myself. With an "mmm...," he grabbed my cock, pulling it toward his face to lick the pre-cum off the mushroom head. He began taking more and more of my cock into his mouth, twirling his tongue around the shaft. My toes curled as I felt cum starting to churn within my balls. I pulled my prick out of his face and positioned it next to his hard manmeat as I rested on top of him. He gave me a light kiss that tasted of sweet pre-cum, cock and ass. We fell into a gentle rocking movement, rubbing our cocks against each other. Again, the twisting and pulling of my nipples were causing my cock to pulse and twitch.
"Do you want to sit on my face?," almost caused me to laugh when he uttered the words. It seemed so matter of fact.
He didn't have to ask me twice. This was an invitation I wasn't going to turn down.
"Which way do you want me to face?," seemed like an appropriate question.
"However you want it" was his response.
I opted to rest my manhole on his mouth facing him, so I could watch his eyes as he licked my hole, hairless perineum and balls. Grabbing the headboard of the bed to steady myself, I ground my ass into his face. The sensations of tongue, mouth and five o'clock shadow on my crack and hole caused all kinds of strange noises to emanate from my throat and mouth. The look in his eyes showed me he was enjoying eating my ass just as much, if not more, than I was enjoying the ride on his face. It felt as if his hands were going to pull my buttcheeks apart as he worked to get deeper and deeper inside of me. Pre-cum was dripping off my cock onto his face and hair. He pulled away from my ass long enough to take the entire shaft into his mouth and lick it clean. Then it was back to snacking on my hole. I was exhausted and dripping in sweat. I arched my back and reached to give his cock a good stroking. I took a break to bring my hand to my mouth and lick off his tasty pre-cum. He'd eaten my ass for most of an hour. Slowly, I began to stroke my swollen prick in rhythm to his tongue going in and out of my now sloppy, wet asshole.
Suddenly, I could hold back no longer. I raised myself up off his face, pointing my cock at his face and hairy chest - letting loose blast after blast of cum all over him. I hadn't blown a load like that in ages. I collapsed on the bed next to my cum-covered friend as he said, "I've never had a guy make that much noise; you must really like having your ass eaten."
All I could do was nod my head as I continued gasping for breath.
When I'd recovered a bit, I scooped up a handful of cum from his chest and massaged it onto his hard cock and tight balls. While I worked on his balls, he made use of my natural lube in stroking his rod. Running my slimy fingers between his balls and asshole caused him to gasp and tense up a bit. I knew he was close. With only a few more strokes cum was flying all over both of us. With a big sigh and laugh, he then fell back to a resting position on the bed.
Looking over at me, he asked "Are you O.K. with this?"
I smiled and responded, "That was the most incredible 'not sex' I've ever had."
Only then did we introduce ourselves to each other.
Service With A Smile
I was looking forward to my holiday in San Francisco – USA, known as the Gay Capital of the World although at 47 and single myself, I am no spring chicken anymore, but there was a surprise ahead for me.
On checking in, the staff were bright, friendly, cheerful and welcoming. After all the usual formalities and procedures just before being handed my keys, I was asked if I was Gay. Although this surprised me, I remembered where I was and smiled saying “Mostly” and thinking to myself how I do like woman as well but men are more fun when sexual fun occurs that is not often now with me. I had even used a hair colouring to get rid of the grey that shows in part, and so should hopefully show as brown for all the time I am away.
The next morning following a long night’s sleep and a lovely hot shower, I felt great and had a knock on my door. With the largest towel I had wrapped around me, I answered and had a man who looked in his 30’s and appeared to be a Porter saying how he wanted to leave some clean linen in my room. I thought the cleaners took care of that type of thing, but as he was carrying this linen, there must have been a reason why he brought this to me and on closing the door, he said that the hotel provides personal service assistants to guests to make them welcome and his name was Simon calling to make sure I was okay and if there was anything he could do.
Alarm bells started going off inside my head as I just kept seeing images of US dollar signs and said in some annoyance that I do not want and cannot afford expensive massages or hidden charges. I resent the ridiculous prices charged by some hotels/resorts and believed to be acceptable. I would have expected Simon to turn around and leave at this point, but he remained saying that massages are available at the Gym by paying there and anything chargeable is declared upfront to start with, such as the mini bar beside my bed (that I never use). There is also no question of any penetrating sex with guests in case I got the wrong idea of what his role is.
As his hands went on my shoulders our lips slowly met and we started kissing but my towel dropped and I quickly recovered this wrapping it back around me. Simon smiled undressing his top half and said “Relax as we are here to help you do just that” and as we lay on my bed, he asked what turns me on apart from fucking.
I told Simon that I don’t like fucking and my fancy is a clean arse for oral contact. Simon then went to my bathroom and as I heard the shower run, I sneaked a look through and saw Simon giving his arse a good soaping. He soon returned without saying anything but now naked and so my towel came off with both our full bodies in view and following a brief further kiss, I moved down and buried my face into his arse kissing and sucking with joy as he yelled out in delight initially, followed with sighs of fascination as my mouth continued on his arse that
I enjoyed giving and Simon loved receiving.
Simon said that he could not give the same back to me and I said about being okay with that because, had my mouth job on his arse been conditional on receiving the same in return, I would have asked first. Just before leaving my room and assuring me of a great breakfast in waiting downstairs, Simon asked if he could return tomorrow morning and bring a friend with him. I hesitated at first but then agreed providing they were both fully naked before I was and so I would then know they were both serious about having fun as well as not holding any mobile phones as some can be used to make recordings like a camera.
I found the other hotel staff unusually pleasant and friendly towards me everywhere I went, not just the restaurant, but at the swimming pool, the cleaning staff and on handing my keys in at reception to go out for the day. I thought this was just because of their pleasant nature and criticized myself for being judgmental because others are especially nice. I think that is the England part of me.
The next morning, I thought Simon may not turn up and half of me felt excited with the other half terrified. A knock on the door and ensuring I was dressed, Simon brought some more linen and his colleague (Jonathan) came to sort out that problem in my room. Both reasons were just cover in case anyone should overhear from outside but once inside my room, they started stripping in full together and then went and shared a shower to make their arses smell like a bed of roses for me. Fantastic.
We kissed together in relaxing on my bed and whilst at first Jonathan smiled and watched me sucking and kissing Simon’s arse that I loved, he soon moved beside Simon with both of them on all four’s as I took turns on each arse, that felt strange to me in actually happening as it’s only been a fantasy previously. Both Simon and Jonathan shouted and sighed in bursts of delight at how great this feels. Jonathan moved back and grabbed my buttocks. I stopped and looked in concern at first but then relaxed as Jonathan said he wanted to give a little something back for all the pleasure they had enjoyed from me leaving their arses feeling great.
Once I heard this reassurance, I returned to Simon’s arse just as mine was receiving that incredible same feeling on contact from the mouth – nothing else feels like this and what a bonus to receive some mouth on my arse instead of just kissing and sucking arse myself although I do enjoy that and wish more would try this themselves.
One guest later on at breakfast joked with me about how I must be tipping well, because although the staff were good, they seemed especially nice to me that I had noticed yesterday. I found out after today’s breakfast that ALL the staff knew what had happened with Simon and Jonathan and all the staff (men and women) felt very pleased for a guest to be giving their colleagues a unique kind of pleasure expecting nothing in return. Usually it’s always the other way round with one guest requiring drinks taken to a room, another with laundry, a further one with a request at meals and so it goes on.
It felt so strange and good that all the staff knew exactly what I had done and everyone from reception to cleaners were all pleased for the pleasure I gave their colleagues. Even their boss said how well both had performed in general on the days that they had seen me.
What a marvellous attitude that can only happen in San Francisco. If only more people could be like this, showing happiness instead of disgust or discomfort for what is giving pleasure to another person making it as safe as possible by being clean just as most of us wash our hands before eating a meal.
I was out walking over The Golden Gate Bridge and on leaning over briefly to take in the Bay’s atmosphere, a sudden strong gust of wind from nowhere blew me over and unable to hang on, I fell towards the sea fearing for my life and then finding myself in a bed that was not my hotel, but where was I?
I was at home in England. All the above had been a dream, but the reality is that on 29 August 2010, I am going on holiday to San Francisco and think it would be great even if only a small part of that dream in the hotel could actually happen but I don’t think I could be that lucky.
Or, could I?
Something I've picked up on from watching just about every video Cody Cachet has done for Helix Studios: he'd rather spend his time licking ass than just about anything else! Like us, he too is a true Rimming Lover!
With most twink hardcore movies, rimming is done quickly and in passing. The boys spend ages sucking each others cocks, then they take a few tentative licks of assholes before moving on to the main event, fucking, which ends up taking up most of the video. You end up fast-forwarding through the blowjobs and anal sex, and have to watch the rimming in slow-motion!
Cody never seems to follow that "formula" approach when it comes to rimming. Whenever he catches sight of a partner's hole, he seems unable to resist having a taste of it! This means that, in the videos he stars in, we often end up with four or five different ass licking scenes instead of simply one.
The video he did with Max Morgan is a perfect example. Like someone suffering from ADD, Cody is constantly distracted by Max's sweet hole! Just when you think the boys are going to get into an oral 69 or start fucking, Cody buries his face in Max's ass crack again and starts to eat it out!
Here's a quick "taste" of Cody Cachet in action:
If watching twinks lick ass turns you on, you will love Cody! I have yet to come across any other twink pornstar that gets into it as much as he does!
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Once upon a time, there was a magical shower head. The thing was super adjustable, the water pressure just right, and I was able to dial in a concentrated, pulsing stream; one which, when I faced away on hands and knees and arched my back just so, perfectly targeted my tight, tawny, nineteen-year-old bulls-eye, pummeling me into steamy, protracted spasms of anal bliss. That's right; Orgasms....Anal....Hands-free. I'd sought this kind of thing, come to crave it quite honestly, especially when I went too long without it. The release was fantastic and necessary, even if it did pale compared to being with him.
It's true that I'd long been aware of the sensitivity of that place. But I can't lie; it was Barry, the year before, who had opened me to a whole new universe of erotic possibility, revealing just how truly responsive I was, and how incredibly receptive I could be in that "seat of pleasure." No surprise then, that I was usually thinking of him when I got off that way.
He was a bit older, really good-looking -- slim, smooth, olive-skinned, clean (though seldom clean-shaved), a talented musician type -- and I'd agreed to let him handle my cock back then. Before that we were casual friends at most, but we had music as a common bond, and he was a cool guy to hang out with. He seemed quite into girls (and they into him), and I was for sure, though I was rather shy and my experience was limited. I'll admit it shocked me -- after one beer-soaked, bar-hopping evening -- when he awakened me on his couch and practically begged to "just see and touch it....it'll be great, I promise," and adding that he'd even pay me if I'd let him.
We'd been so drunk earlier, with his proposition coming so completely out of left field, that I couldn't be sure it was real, but I shook off my own fog enough to roll over and tell him to leave me alone, NOW! But I didn't forget. I didn't know if he'd meant it, either about the act or the cash. But I found my mind wandering back to it in the days that followed. I didn't think I'd imagined it. I wondered if he even remembered, because honestly, I couldn't detect the slightest weirdness or embarrassment when I saw him. On the other hand there weren't too many times when it was just the two of us alone either. That kind of opportunity didn't really present itself until a week or so had passed, and then it was I who broached the topic.
I don't know what I'd been hoping for, but surely it wasn't the sort of stammered half-apology that came forth. I guess I was looking for clarification (and perhaps a more clear-eyed re-statement of the offer). Instead he confessed that he did indeed remember saying something, but then coolly explained that his tongue sometimes got away from him when he drank too much. As if that put paid to the whole thing. There was an awkward pause, during which each of us seemed speechless, so I scrambled to steer the conversation elsewhere, at least as embarrassed as he, and that's when he stopped me.
"Wait," he smiled a little, his eyes searching for mine. "So.....were you -- are you -- interested, or.....?," he asked tentatively, voice trailing off. I looked down as my stomach turned a nervous/excited flip, for we were both completely sober now. This was it. My heart was pounding as I swallowed and took a deep breath to settle myself. I looked up, meeting his grey eyes, and nodded. There was no mention of cash either. I was curious myself, you see. And so it began.
When the time came he wanted to undress me, and I let him. He went slowly. He seemed to want to discover my body, but not all at once. Once he'd finally touched me it wasn't very long at all before I was in his mouth. It's true his talented hands had felt great on me, but I knew I'd go right along if he wanted to do more, and he did.
Plus, when he asked if he could "taste" me, "please," (his exact words), it was with such sweet earnestness that I doubt I would have resisted even if I'd wanted to, and I didn't want to. That felt really good, too. I'd have been willing to bet he'd done it before. But even though I enjoyed the sensations, and maybe even got a bigger buzz just from watching this handsome guy treat me like his popsicle, my cock seemed, at best, ambivalent.
I couldn't seem to get completely hard; you see, my thing is rather fat, and while it did thicken up readily enough from his attentions, it wouldn't lengthen properly – a full erection would put me a tiny fraction over seven inches – and I don't know that I was ever sporting much more than 2/3 of that. I was a little disappointed in myself for the non-showing.
He proclaimed it a "beauty" nonetheless, and it's true that even in that state it posed a proper, albeit manageable, mouthful for him. He had great lips, and seeing the wide-stretched "O" they formed around my girth, watching him glide up and down, well, I have to admit it was a pretty amazing sight. Even beautiful, I suppose.
Certainly he looked to have plenty to occupy him and seemed to be enjoying it all immensely, really going slow with lots of eye contact, balancing me on his nose, pausing to kiss up and down the length of my underside, tickling my ball sac with his tongue, which I noticed was unusually long and very flexible. Sometimes he went a long way, taking most of my length, once even planting his nose deep in my dusty pubic hair, easing back just a fraction, then looking up at me and holding that position for long, dreamy seconds while we simply gazed at each other. Unreal. This was getting very personal. I had to lean back and steady myself against the cabinet at that point.
I'd had three experiences with girls down there and, while exciting and pleasurable in their way, each instance had taken place in dark or dimly lit situations, partially clothed, and had been furtive, rushed, fumbling, and incomplete. This couldn't have been more different.
Our scene played out deliberately, almost elegantly, the light of a beautiful, late winter afternoon strong through the closed blinds, gentling the harshness of the fluorescent overhead light. We saw each other. Nothing was obscured, everything – every flicker of pleasure, of emotion -- was on display. And it began to dawn on me just how attentive he was, gauging everything, my sounds, the faces I'd make, the specific response in reaction to a particular thing. But it was all so in the flow, so natural. I could see he was very, very good.
He'd nosh my balls and nibble my scrotum too, and once, he grasped the whole thing firmly in one hand, like a package, and lifted it to clear the way for that loooooooooong tongue of his to trace its way back along my smooth perineum, searching, snakelike. That was thrilling, but I got anxious as he approached the crack of my ass. Even squirmed. It was SO sensitive back there. There was a feeling too, not so much of it being forbidden, but somehow too intimate to permit, especially so quickly. For both of us.
I guess too, that if part of me thought he really shouldn't go there, not now anyhow, another part of me worried what he might think of ME if I let him. For I WAS tempted. But I didn't let him. I didn't push him away or say no, I just kind of shifted forward to get him to work back upwards. He took the hint (for a while, anyhow).
Anyhow, this went on for quite a while and though he didn't seem eager to end it, at some point I guess I could just tell I wouldn't climax.....at least not that way. It was no fault of his either; what he was doing felt great, but I was even starting to lose the erection – such as it was – that I had attained.
Looking back I'm not surprised; both before and since I've almost always found it difficult to relax into the moment while receiving head in a standing position. It felt, still feels, like a performance. Add to that the fact that, up until that time I'd never had an orgasm except while having intercourse. Possibly you can understand, in that time and place, how, while I'd enjoyed it, I was about to say he didn't have to keep going, that we could stop what we were doing. And that's when he asked me if I'd "turn around, please, just for a sec."
So now I was standing, in gym socks and nothing else, legs slightly apart, leaning forward against a bathroom cabinet, hands on the counter, and he was still kneeling, right behind me now, completely dressed (jeans/T-shirt/sneaks) and checking out my backside. He murmured his approval, and I don't know why, but I kind of swayed it back and forth for him, teasingly, like I imagined a stripper might, really more as a joke than anything else.
He didn't laugh at all, but I did hear his breathing catch, which, while not the reaction I'd sought, didn't seem like such a bad thing either. I waited. I'd told myself a blowjob was the limit, parried what seemed like his first exploration cheekward, and yet here we were, here I was, showing off my ass to him. And what's more, very excited by it. What was I thinking? I knew where this could lead, but instinctively I trusted him.
At first I felt his fingertips moving lightly up and down the back of my legs, from knees to just below my butt, and when he started to stroke and fondle my cheeks it felt so completely wonderful and innocent; just his marvelous hands at first, roaming everywhere it seemed, EXCEPT the crack, and so gently, so softly, in no hurry at all. It was blissful and I was getting swept away. "That feels really, really nice," I whispered looking back at him.
"Good", he replied, "that's the idea." I closed my eyes and sighed. Then I backed my butt towards him just a bit more, leaning farther forward at the same time, so that my elbows and forearms were resting more on the counter. I knew perfectly well what this would do, that it had the effect of offering my backside to him even more fully. He slapped one cheek lightly, then the other before grabbing a strong handful of each in his big hands, muttering, "You have a really great ass, you know?" He had lightened his grip, playfully jiggling me, lifting and separating my bottom flesh, when I heard the sharp intake of his breath. "Oooooooooooh," he said quietly. I looked back and could tell he was staring right at my you-know-what. His nostrils flared ever so slightly, and he was shaking his head side-to-side slowly, tongue playing at the corner of his mouth. He looked hungry. I felt exposed to say the least, but I realized I was licking my own lips with anticipation. This was getting very interesting.
His tribute, and the position I was in, suddenly made me feel a momentary shyness. I didn't know quite what to say, but I returned the compliment, telling him, "I don't know about that, but I do know your hands are making my ass FEEL really great," which was pure truth. Then I relaxed a bit, spread my feet – and legs – just a bit wider, granting him unfettered access to my balls and cock if he wanted, and while I could feel his fingers stray to that territory occasionally, his focus was clearly elsewhere. Still, my scrotum began to gather and tighten for the first time, and that wasn't all. He asked if he could kiss my ass. What a perfect young gentleman!!! I knew where this was going now, and I didn't mind at all. My reply – "Yes, I want you to."
Soon he began to shower butterfly kisses on my lower back, upper thighs, and cheeks. I detected the brush of his tongue too -- warmer than his lips, rougher too, and leaving its dampness -- but only occasionally. My excitement climbed steadily. I nearly fainted with pleasure when, with his hands slightly parting my cheeks for a long moment, he became perfectly still and his hot breath grazed the divide of my butt. I could hear him inhaling and exhaling gently. He was very close, and I swear he purred like a hungry Tomcat. My heart was pounding in my ears. Something changed them, I think for both of us, and for the first time an element of urgency was added to the heady mix. I like to think now, that he'd caught my scent, been completely seduced, and was now firmly under my spell, a slave to my every whim.
Whatever!!! If indeed there was any spell it was certainly a shared one, because for me, this had already far surpassed the BJ. It was intoxicating. Truly, I felt almost drugged. But there was no lethargy. My senses were on highest alert and it was pure, sweet sensation, Barry authoring pleasure like I'd never imagined, let alone felt. Things were building between us.....fast.
For me, anyhow, the anticipation, wanting more but still not being sure exactly what that meant, or what might happen next, was both excruciating and tantalizing. I could feel my whole body opening to him, coming alive everywhere like never before. It seemed magical, the way he was tripping up-until-then-wholly-untapped sensory wires every few seconds, but there was absolutely no let-up. The pleasure just kept mounting. And impossible as this sounds, it was about to get a LOT better.
Very soon I was aching for more. The teasing had done its work, perhaps too well. I wanted to tell him to DO MORE NOW, to do things to me, between my cheeks.....if he would, if he wanted to; to spread me wide and press his nose right in there, into that darker flesh. My desire was undeniably centered right there. Somehow, HE had done this, had created that kind of need, and raw hunger, in that place. This couldn't be me, could it???!!! But it was, and yet....somehow those thoughts seemed, well, inexpressible. But I wanted it now. Badly.
It was cool in that house, cooler still in the bathroom, but the goose flesh that had spread from my backside to cover nearly the whole of my body's skin had little or nothing to do with that. All I could do was moan softly. My nipples were tight and dark. I felt flushed and cool at once. Chills rippled up and down my spine. I was actually trembling with desire. And now his fingernails were dragging lightly on my tight sac, barely touching it, now and again scraping the underside of my cock too, while his kisses, now more lingering and passionate, were less random, more urgent, and falling ever closer to my crack.
By now my cock had straightened out the rest of the way, resolute, persuaded after all. Now completely engorged, it curved almost straight up to my belly-button, and when I looked down, I watched, almost unbelievingly, as a drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip, pooled to overflowing, then spilled slowly, dangling in a clear, sticky string. "Do you know what you're doing to me, Barry?," I moaned.
He had seen it, had seen everything, and now he teasingly asked, "You're liking this?" I just sighed. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. My arousal was so complete, so patently obvious, I guess he took it all as an invitation to do the next thing.
He didn't ask. Not this time. He didn't have to. He knew. And though I couldn't believe what was about to happen, I most certainly knew it was coming. I held my breath. Held it some more as I felt the warmth of his skin move close, the brush of his stubble against my soft bottom, his breath as his tender lips parted. But when his warm, silky tongue tip softly feathered my anus, like the most intimate and delicate question imaginable, I simply couldn't help myself. I could never have prepared for it. No way.
There was a sudden expelling of breath, and my body recoiled, jerking away involuntarily, almost violently. I guess I knew we'd been moving inexorably towards this for a while, but the delicious anticipation, the breathless moments followed by that electrifying instant of intimate discovery – fleeting, yes, but impossibly erotic too -- had been exhilarating beyond compare. (It's still completely unforgettable -- I guess that's why I can't keep it to myself and I'm telling you about it). It still amazes me. And while it was certainly an auspicious moment, a harbinger of even more glorious things still to come, within the context of what was to unfold between Barry and me the rest of that day and night it was but one revelation.
But then and there I'll admit I was a little freaked out by my reaction, questioning myself (That is my butthole, and a guy is eating it, and I'm loving it.....WHAT THE FUCK???!!!). A mixture of genuine disbelief and lustful desire co-mingled, along with the realization that I didn't want him to stop, just wanted to keep going on. But I wondered what Barry was thinking too. He was doing everything here, making me feel so incredible. The last thing I wanted was to make him think he'd done something wrong. Not when I was being so selfish. When I looked back at him with uncertainty, he returned my gaze steadily. There was understanding in his eyes, but determination as well. Then he reached around my hips and pulled me gently back to him.
"Just relax, now, and I mean relax EVERYTHING. I really want to do this, " he soothed me, leaning me forward again with his hand on my back, and when his tongue nestled on my browneye this time, I tensed at first but then quickly relaxed. That brought an audible, satisfied "Mmmmmmmmm," of approval from behind me, and I warmed to his attentions in a hurry.
When his tongue swirled delicately around the rim, I wiggled my whole ass a little, slooooooowly(I couldn't help it, I just had to move!!), but I also gasped with shivery delight. "That's it, boy! Daaaaaaaamn, I knew it – you taste good, too," he murmured, and delved right back in. I loved his tongue there. I felt like I was glowing, and ripples of pleasure coursed through me. I looked back at him again with open-mouthed wonder as he explored.
Why does this feel so fucking good?!!!, I thought to myself, but didn't say.
He said a single word, "Yum," smiled at me, chuckled (I suppose at my awed expression), then growled low as his tongue re-aquired the target and began to scan and memorize my most sensitive and silky flesh, hotly, wetly, creatively. He loved it too, I realized. Clearly. It was lustful what he was doing to me, but it was artful as well. Being wanted like this was driving me crazy. He was making love to my ass with his mouth. He was giving, but he was getting too, and I kept hearing satisfied, humming sounds, almost sing-song like at times. Sweet music to my ears. His obvious enjoyment turned me on even more, if that was possible.
I was becoming more vocal too, also more through sounds – though mine were the moans, sighs, etc. of ineffable pleasure – than words, marveling at the dexterity and the texture of that fantastic tongue. He seemed to be listening. He'd pause intermittently, admiring my flesh and the devastating effect he was having on me, and my need would almost instantly overwhelm me. I was clear-headed enough though, really for the first time in some minutes, to think of something other than myself, and when I did I peered down past my own erection, to his lap. Something formidable bulge bulked his jeans there. Bigger than mine, for certain. Maybe by a lot. I felt another pang of selfishness at my inactivity, thought for an instant of reaching for him, changing the game, but hesitated.
I knew I was getting ripe for release now and that the natural progression would probably be for me to turn around to finish things, for I was fairly swooning with lust now. I did start to turn, but he almost shouted at me not to, "NO! Wait...stay," and that was when he really poked at my hole for the first time. He didn't go in much, I was waaaaay too tight for that, but he went in all the same. I groaned, I believe, from the vicinity of my soul. Truly, it sounded like another person. Maybe it was. I felt primitive, beautiful, and free.
I looked down and saw a perfect pearl of ivory bead at my swollen cock's head. Un-fucking believable! I guess that was the moment that I knew that I would have an orgasm JUST LIKE THIS, that he would finish me if we kept going. It was so thrilling, so exciting. He did it again and this time he he held his place, stayed in there, blowing my mind, but questing for more. My anus contracted rapidly, involuntarily around his tongue several times, and he moaned lustfully, then giggled, pulling away, and I pleaded for him not to stop. He didn't. He spread my cheeks, and at last I found my full voice, hissing "Yeeeessssss......Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeaase!!!" at him, and drove my butt back into his face.
Here was greed, pure and unabashed. This was pure animal need now, getting really intense, Wild Kingdom stuff for sure. My move knocked him off balance, but he was right back where I needed him in a flash, and now, using his hands to really open me up to him, I felt his slippery tongue dance teasingly around my dark ring then, finding the opening, probe my pungent tightness with serious purpose, and slowly gain entry.
I'd had my finger up in there before, but that was MY finger. This was something else again. The main thing of course being that it was the real flesh of someone else; hot, surging, alive. Greedy in its own right. But I'd forgotten how long that tongue looked! And now he was really showing me; I was FEELING how long it was!!! It felt impossible somehow, the way it seemed to keep growing and swirling inside me. My body began to undulate, stomach muscles clenching, and something deeper was triggered. Unleashed. I was losing control of my body but this was completely new territory. I could feel myself poised on the brink of something unprecedented.
It took precisely four pushes, prolonged, rhythmic, insistent, each deeper than the last, with that hot tongue exploring and tasting new flesh on every advance. And I was backing into him shamelessly, helping him spread my cheeks wider, urging him on, welcoming everything he could give me, when it happened. It started with a tingle, became a hum, then a vibration, then a throbbing, then an outright shaking. He was holding onto my hips, and I'd grabbed the back of his head, pressing and holding him in there as deep as possible, when I began to go off like a Roman Candle. I closed my eyes, arched my back, and just let everything go. I was gasping, then shouting his name, when my brain exploded; I could feel fireworks (and see them too, behind my closed eyes!) from my hair to my toenails, all of it radiating from a clenching, convulsing, contracting/expanding core I'd never known existed. Barry had really done it now, and we were both dealing with the consequences now.
It seemed to go on and on, and he was right there for some of it, holding on, face still wedged between my buns. My anus, spasming powerfully, repeatedly, endlessly it seemed, must have made him fear for his tongue's circulation, but at some point my thrashing, heaving, bucking, thrusting antics, completely out of my own control, dislodged him and made him a spectator. I had to cling to the counter just to keep my balance. And when everything finally subsided I still nearly collapsed. It wasn't quite shock I was feeling, but pretty close to it.
I hadn't really even thought of my cock much, beyond the clear evidence it had shown of my progressively building desire. Really it had been no more than a barometer of what was coming, by no means the center or vortex of it. Yes -- I'd felt, more than seen, the fabulous release, and was aware when I "came" in that typical way. But I knew too, that a prodigious ejaculation had been only one component of something so, so, so, so much more; so much bigger, so much more spectacular, wondrous, and beautifully explosive than any cock-centered orgasm I'd ever had. Yet still, what a mess I'd made!
My pudding was literally everywhere. I'd somehow managed to pepper my own hair with small droplets, and there were more of those all over the place. I'd hit my own chin with a sticky blast, left numerous large splashes on the counter – including a tremendous puddle welling in the sink -- and painted the mirror above the oak vanity with a long, crazy white streak as well. The old riddle, "What's gray and comes (cums) in quarts?" (answer: an elephant) popped into my head for the briefest instant. Apt.
I still stood, but just barely, trembling, knees shaking, slack-jawed, as my breathing gradually returned to something near normal. I looked at myself, turned on the water, wet my hands and began to wipe my face off, rinse the sink. I was shaking my head, eyes closed, in disbelief, returning to earth, when his arms wrapped around my belly, a hug in reverse, and his face appeared around my body in the mirror, looking around to find my reflected eyes. "You okay?" he asked quietly. He looked great; flushed, kind' sweaty, hair tousled, mouth slick, but I think he was stunned himself. When he began to survey things on this side of my body, his mouth, too, fell open, eyes growing wider. A crooked, satisfied smile grew.
"I don't kn-.... Yeah, I'm fine, but..." the words were hard to find. The truth was I'd probably never been better, but the greater truth was I'd probably never be the same. Not after something like that. I looked in the mirror. I felt new, but it was still me. "I don't know what to think, to say. I nev –"
"Hey, relax. You don't have to define it," he cut in.
"But I do, Barry. Everything...how you touch me, what you -- you don't understand, Barry, how unbelievable that was. I have to --"
"I was there, "he interjected, "and it was amazing. YOU were beautiful. Now relax!"
"But I don't even know what that was. And I didn't do a thing, it was you. I mean, I know I came – Shit, I've never come like that in my life, it was so, so, so amazing. You make me feel things, God -- so alive, so good. I've never felt anything close..."
"I think you should I did some things I've never done before either, to anyone. It just seemed -– well -- I wanted to. It was right. I guess maybe I got a little carried away, but...you do know how much I enjoyed this too, don't you?" he asked.
I slumped to the floor facing him. "I'm so glad you got carried away," I laughed. "But you do know,....there's no way I can leave now," I mused. "At least not until I get you back for that....somehow," I added slyly, only partly in jest.
I really liked the look that comment elicited.
For I didn't want to stop. I wanted more....from him. Even more than that, to give more of myself....to him. And I wanted to do it now.
Sure, there was some sense of feeling like I owed him (how could there not be?), but it was more gratitude – and full-blown lust, if I'm being honest -- than obligation that I felt right then, plus I knew any pleasure I could give him would be reciprocated in full; clearly I'd found someone who'd please me no matter what we tried. It was a clear win-win proposition. And honestly, I couldn't think of anything I didn't want to try with him.
But there was absolutely no doubt in my mind about what I HOPED to try next. I can honestly say that before that day I'd never thought about another cock for more than an instant, and never in a sexual way, but I'd thought about Barry's a few moments before in the full heat of our encounter, and it was on my mind again now. Seriously on my mind. In a more contemplative, purposeful, constructive way.
I had big plans for it already, but the first thing was to arrange a meet and greet....straightaway. I didn't even know if he'd want to do what I had in mind, but he seemed open-minded enough, and he'd been eager enough to put his tongue back there. So why not something else? It might take some persuasion, but that could be fun, too.
And if I had my way, and if he would agree to it, Barry would be doing something else to my butt before long. After what had just happened with him, I couldn't help thinking about it. Let's just say that with him, I'd quickly developed a taste for more. And, it seemed, a habit for doing more than I ever thought I would, too.
Barry HAD more, that much I knew. I was already feeling a bigger, more fundamental need back there, and from the looks of things, there could be no doubt that Barry would be able fill it AND THEN SOME. I knew I'd found someone who could scratch any sexual itch I had, however deep. And right then I was feeling a growing hunger, but not for food.
"Somehow it doesn't seem fair," I announced in a steady voice, "that one of us has to be naked, while the other gets to keep his clothes on." I caught his eyes, let him see mine drop and fix on that big bulge in his jeans. "So....?"
to be continued...
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Eating More Than Lunch
At a truck stop cafe on a break from driving, I saw Joe who I knew was with his mate Jerry. We had something to eat but our appetite was for something more? The cafe was busy and on using the toilet despite many people in and out like a supermarket, Joe grabbed my buttock with his hand that Jerry saw whilst no-one could see and all three of us knew what we really wanted, despite not saying anything?
We went into separate toilets on finding the first available and rinsed our arses to be clean for what we were hoping would happen? I knew Joe had spoken to Jerry about me but I did not know what it was Jerry enjoyed although he clearly accepted what Joe and I enjoyed. The arse has always turned me on – those lovely buttocks with the crack down the middle and hole to inside.
In the lovely blue sky and clear sun getting warmer all the time, we walked down this country field, away from the cafe and main road into an area where no-one else was and could have the best chance of being alone. As we approached a light forest in being able to enjoy the sun without too many trees blocking that out, Jerry noticed an old disused oil barrel standing upright and turned this onto its side rolling into this light forest.
All three of us then stripped off knowing what we all wanted but best of all were in a location where no-one else should see us (you know the ones, who want to spoil harmless fun) as we were on country fields without any set public path or with any road nearby. Jerry sat down on this barrel he located and moistened his cock by spitting on it and pulled me back towards and plunged his ivory cock into my arse – Ow –Argh, No, not my best cup of tea that I should have checked about first, but I was now due for a good Cumming:
As Joe’s arse came towards my face, I knew as Joe did what we both really wanted and simply plunged my mouth into his arse cupping his lovely currant bun cheeks with my hands along the way and once my tongue was in a fair place for his hole to kiss, lick and suck, I moved forward and locked my hands around Joe’s stomach pulling his arse further back into my face kissing and sucking with joy.
It could have been so easy to say my tongue went inside Joe and poked around as deep as I could get it, but despite all of us being clean as we were leaving those toilets after our rinse, I simply did not have the courage yet to go inside that hole with my tongue, although what many don’t realize is how fantastic the tongue and lips alone can feel on the anus without tonguing inside.
“Wow, Awesome, More” – Joe certainly yelled out in delight knowing or hoping no-one else could hear us given how far we were from that cafe whilst Jerry continued fucking away on my own arse:
Joe laughed out “Hey Jerry, you don’t realize what you’re missing here” continuing to enjoy my lips and tongue as I kept sucking , licking and kissing that lovely arse – “keep going, marvellous” joys rang out as Joe felt so great and did not want this to end. It made Jerry’s fucking seem more of a ritual.
“I won’t be long” Jerry chuckled just before he shot his load inside me yelling the same time with his orgasm as Joe was with my mouth job on his arse.
Jerry pulled out and willingly came round to my front as Joe laid me face down over the oil barrel to give him a better mouth job on my arse by position. Jerry knelt down with his arse to my face in the lower position we were now in. I was surprised how quick and keen Joe’s tongue went inside me licking up his mates juice just put there. That felt fantastic – not necessarily having cum licked from my arse, but Joe’s lovely tongue and lips not just onto but inside my arse as well – Fantastic incredible feeling – I wish you could feel this.
Jerry welcomed my tongue and lips on and around his anus. “ Ooh, More, Thank you, thank you”, as I gave him what Joe had just enjoyed from me and what I was now enjoying from Joe at the same time except that Joe was going inside me as well – amazing feeling? I always wanted this threesome to occur and so able to enjoy licking one full view arse in front of me whilst having my own arse upright in same position and licked at the same time.
With my spit on Jerry’s arse to moisten and suck him further, he suddenly pulled away, swung around and plugged my mouth with his cock giving me another helping of cum he had previously given into my arse now licked up by Joe.
“That was not only the most fantastic orgasm I have had” Jerry cried out with delight, “and have never cum twice before in such a short period. Thanks to you, my arse now feels like a Jacuzzi and I want it to stay this way as long as possible”. Jerry went on to say how this fantastic feeling caused him to need both a snooze in this lovely now hotter sun and another bite to eat as well saying he would see us both later.
Usually I would have felt disappointed or annoyed if someone had received everything from me, but gave nothing back – not even a kiss (unless we agreed beforehand) – but somehow none of that mattered here as Joe was that special contact who was giving me so much in return for my tongue turn on his arse, that both of us loved and that seems to lack so much in acceptance or popularity amongst many people despite how fantastic this feels and with respect shown through cleanliness. Those who think the arse is only for fucking and the mouth for sucking cock and verbal kissing have no idea what they are missing out on.
“Would you mind sucking my arse”?
Who the hell was that, as Joe and I looked up in alarm? “I am Dan and heard some shouting earlier when on a quiet walk alone and wanted to make sure no-one was in any harm. Once I saw what was really happening, I felt very pleased, kept myself hidden and when your friend had left, I thought it’s worth asking you politely”
I told Dan I would if he was clean and on dropping his pants, he was so I gave him a mouth job on his arse that he relished the same as both Joe, Jerry and I certainly had enjoyed and I was still continuing to love receiving from Joe who had pushed his mouth back onto my arse after I started the same kissing and licking on Dan’s arse who laughed in delight at the great feeling received.
Unlike Jerry, Dan said he wanted to give something back and that as Joe was taking care of my arse, he took my cock into his mouth. What a great day with three arses sucked plus my own arse and cock sucked and licked at the same time. It didn’t take long before I cum inside Dan’s mouth who swallowed every drop without hesitation.
To my surprise Dan asked Joe for his cock as well and happy to oblige, Joe came round to my front enabling me to give a 2nd mouth job on his arse what feels so great, whilst having his cocked sucked by Dan that I had just enjoyed together.
Joe certainly deserved receiving the best of both worlds with the prolonged mouth job on my arse and to get the best from this; Joe started thrusting that I wish I had done now on my turn. As his arse came back into my face my tongue slipped inside and I didn’t care anymore after all Joe had done to my arse and still feeling incredible with how far he pushed inside me with his mouth.
Pushing forward, Joe’s cock enjoyed Dan’s hot mouth and throat and on pulling back his arse enjoyed my tongue and lips going inside every time that almost felt continuous as his thrusting got faster yelling out in delight – “deeper, deeper” at the fascination being felt on both sides together. Joe managed to delay cumming as he wanted to feel this for longer with a hot mouth both on his cock and tonguing his arse without any breaks either side ensuring ready entry of our mouths hot on Joe for each shove forward and back. The constant glorification felt in paradise caused Joe to cum as his thrusting stopped and spraying onto Dan’s face as well as inside his mouth just as my tonguing changed to sucking and kissing Joe’s arse as he continued to cum in Dan’s mouth.
Super, lovely, great arse, I just can’t get enough.
If my nose looks bruised because of this and they question how it happened at work, I will have to say I fell over suddenly in the bath as I cannot have anyone thinking I was in a fight and no-one would believe what really happened even if I was able to tell them openly. Imagine a world where I could say to friends / colleagues / associates how I enjoy sucking the arse, why it turns me on and talk about our sex experiences freely? I remember that masseur in Bangkok, Thailand who was only 22 and gave me a lovely massage so I returned to rim his arse after we had both washed first, that he found incredible and remember seeing him tell his (presumed) mother (who looked in her 50’s) what he had just enjoyed from me as I watched them outside walking up and down their small front garden smiling whilst I was on the other side of a large road getting a drink. If it was something else discussed, why were they outside?
“Thanks ever so much for your mouth job on my arse that felt marvellous” Dan said on wiping his face in joy from Joe’s cum saying he would leave us now and one day will try licking and kissing an arse himself. Joe and I both thanked Dan for sucking our cocks and taking our cream as well.
Things had worked out well as it was clear now from what Dan just said that he was not yet ready to do a mouth job on the arse but as with almost everyone else, he loves to receive this.
Joe and I then kissed passionately knowing the arse for a mouth job is what turns us both on the most. If only others could be like Dan and know what we had just enjoyed and how with respect shown through being clean that feels great.
There's nothing like a little taste of ass to start your day off right!
That's exactly what raunchy 18-year-old twink Tomas has on his mind he wakes up next to his lover Tobias with morning wood and an ass that needs eating. The two boys start sucking each others in a 69, but Tobias seems to guess Tomas's true desire and he moves his attention ever lower and lower, first going to suck his big balls, then down farther until he has his primary target in sight.
Tobias flips Tomas around and has him get on all fours so that he can taste Tomas' butt, while getting his cock serviced. Tobias seems to worship the shaved boyhole in front of him, there are great shots of him hungrily gazing up in awe at it! Soon he starts with the assplay, probing the anus deeply with his fingers and lapping all up and down Tomas' ass crack.
Here's a brief preview of the boys' ass-licking action:
What I wouldnt give to swap places with Tobias and fuck Tomas with my own tongue!
Mowhawk-sporting twink Alex from Boy Fun Collection has a major fetish for rimming!
As soon as he gets him behind closed doors, Alex wastes no time going after his primary target: a taste of long-haired twink Steve's shithole! He buries his face between the sweet teen boys ass-cheeks and starts lapping away. Luckily for Alex, Steve is very supple; while getting rimmed, he manages to bend all the way down so that he can give Alex a handjob. Now that's gratitude for you!
Alex seems like a total pig when it comes to ass-licking, and he does not seem to care whether the cameras are rolling or not. At one point he moves his head down slightly so that he can take Steve's big low-hanging balls into his mouth. This lets him position his nose right at Steve's anus while sucking on his balls!
If you're turned on watching these gay boys rimming, you'll be happy to hear BoyFun has teamed them together again for another video. This time the tables are turned and its Steve who gets to show what an expert rimmer he is!