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Date: Fri, 10 Jul 1998 19:29:16 -0700
From: Johnny
Subject: Something for the weekend ...

and David hugs me tighter, cock pressed against cock, my fingernails drawing lightly from his torso down to his ass. Our bodies are fused, testament to the Dutch weed we smoked earlier.

His strong arms are around me, protecting me like powerful shields against imaginary bullets. I sink my head under his chin, face pressed against his breast; my eyes follow small beads of sweat as they navigate through the jungle of hair on his chest.

We are stuck together, frozen; I feel like one of those victims of Pompeii, curled up forever in stone.

Slowly his arms unwrap themselves from their embrace, as I gently bite on his nipple, licking my way down to his groin. David moans as my mouth encloses his blood-engorged cock, tongue circling the sensitive ring of raw flesh, my hands gripping tightly to his buttocks.

Suddenly he is on top of me, the hard cock thrusting in my mouth. Furry midriff engulfing my face, I am choked into submission. Slow down! I am pinned down beneath him, face-fucked and suffocating. There is a pubic hair lodged in my throat...

In one swift move I push him off of me. He retaliates by burying his head between my legs... the beard rubbing against my inner thigh... I take such a sharp intake of breath that my back arches up as though I'm being electrocuted... I swear I can feel each hair on his face as it brushes over that sensitive area, making tiny scratch marks, each one sending waves of energy rippling up through my nervous system; bright flashes flicker behind my eyelids...

Did he put something in my drink earlier?

Once my eyes roll back to their proper position, I take David's cock back into my mouth, slower this time, sucking up and down the shaft; my tongue glides over every distended vein, exploring the geometry of his glans, the salty taste of pre-cum giving way to a more heady mix of aromas... I become aware of a number of seemingly insignificant details... (The folds of skin as his scrotum presses against my face; the various shapes described by the curls of hair around his asshole; the faint musky odour...) We roll over, David throwing his legs into the air and positioning himself so that his backside is level with my crotch. He opens his mouth to speak...

"Fuck me..."

"O my stallion?" I finish his sentence with a wry smile.

My lubed cock rubs against the knotted flesh of his asshole; David emits a low groan. Feeling the slight resistance, I press a little harder and the head of my dick pops into the hot vent of his anus. David inhales sharply, and I push a bit harder, sliding another inch into that exciting aperture, then another.

Holding him by the hips, I begin to withdraw an inch, then back in; then out two, and back. David's breathing becomes raspier and heavy as my swollen shaft glides across the incredibly smooth inner skin, head pressing against the prostate. He writhes helplessly beneath me, an arm flung over his face. With the other hand he reaches over and brings back a hankie; holds it over his face; forces it into mine. I inhale deeply the chemical sex-smell of the amyl-soaked cloth...

Spots of light interrupt my vision; blood rushes insanely. A groan from David. Time ceases... synapses popping like Chinese firecrackers in my brain... He is saying something, but its lost among the barrage of signals I'm recieving, synaesthesia blending the input into a single entity which has taken me hostage...

Thrusting wildly, I pull out from his ass, and David grabs both cocks in his firm grasp; penises pressed together into one thick shaft, he fiercely masturbates the composite organ...

Am I feeling the well of cum making its way from my balls, or do I sense the same pressure build-up in him? Visual images, physical sensations meld; where do I end and where does he begin? We are like Siamese twins, sharing the same cock.

As if in slow-motion, the surge of cum travels slowly, as though from my feet, through the muscle-tensed legs, pressure building in my buttocks, up the shaft, finally reaching the swollen head...

There is an explosion of raw sensation as both cocks simultaneously spurt their hot, viscous loads, vein-pulsing shafts pumping once, twice, again and again, coating his furred belly with pearly pools of spunk; gasps and moans escape our throats, David roars madly...

(to be continued...)

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