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I know I shouldn’t, but I feel safe in this city. Ever since we got our own vigilante, I feel safer, I don’t know what it is, knowing this comic book inspired persona is out there defending the weak from the oppressive just gives me a real hard on, literally. I actually lay in bed at night with my window open, jacking my cock hoping he’d hear my moans and groans and investigate.
I know it’s stupid, but your average boy can dream, can’t he? I’m nothing special in body or cock. Just your average white boy with a bit of a gut on my five foot eight frame and a six inch dick that I’ve been told is just the right size. I don’t stand out with my mousey brown hair, but I also don’t blend in. Yeah, I’m that kind of Gay.
I guess it was being that not so noticeable yet noticeable Gay that got me in the trouble I did. I was walking home, alone, as always from my local watering hole. I did the usual sit at the bar by myself, drink a few beers, chat with the bartender and get ignored by the patrons thing before I gave up and went home.
I was so focused on my insignificance, I didn’t even notice the two guys that bumped into me. I mumbled a soft, “Sorry, excuse, me.” I guess it wasn’t enough or it was just enough for them to see me. I quickened my pace as I heard, “Fucking faggot.” I was almost about to sprint away when I felt the shoulder grab and then right hook against my face.
Before I could even register what was happening, there was another sharp jab into my stomach. My mouth filled with the acidic bile of my stomach mixed with the coppery taste of my own blood. Hate was spewing from their mouths as I crumpled to the ground. I tried to shield my face as kicks and punches rained down on me like hail.
I had just about given up hope when without warning, it all stopped. My eyes were clenched tight, hoping, praying this was all just some horrible nightmare. I heard the sound of a scuffle a short distance away, but I couldn’t bring myself to watch. “This is just a nightmare.” I repeated to myself over and over again, thinking that if I said it enough, it would be true.
I winced when I felt the gentle gloved hand on my shoulder. “Are you okay?” Came the gruff concerned voice. I just shook with fear. “I’m not going to hurt you.” The voice was a bit softer now. He pulled my arms from my face. “Talk to me, baby.” I ventured to open my tear filled eyes and it was him. The man of my fantasies. I was looking into the masked face of Steel Tiger.
“It’s you.” I said in awe as I stared into that ruggedly handsome masked face. Finally my senses came back to me. “Yeah.” I fumbled with my words. “I’m okay. I just live down the street. Thank you for your help.” I made to get up, but was scooped up in those python steel arms. “What are you doing? Put me down!”
“You shouldn’t walk home alone at night in this city.” He lectured as he began walking towards my place. I relented and leaned my head against what I assumed was his Kevlar encrusted chest. I couldn’t help but dream about what his actual skin would feel like pressed against mine as my tongue trailed down his stomach. “Here.” I said pointing to the meager brownstone. “I can take it from here. I’m on the third floor.”
Steel Tiger wasn’t having it. He marched me up all three flights and right to my door where he finally put me down so I could get my keys. Once I had the door open, he scooped me back up. “I can walk.” I argued without any real bravado. He carried me straight to my bedroom and laid me down on the bed. “You don’t have to do all this.” He ran his hands over my ribs. “Do you do this for all the victims that you rescue?”
He gave a curt smile. “Only the ones I like.” He was as massive as I had imagined. At least six foot with a forty eight inch chest. Those arms he that scooped me up where at least thirty-four inches around. “I want you to be more careful from now on.” He began to lecture. “You shouldn’t leave that window open.” He nodded to the window, never taking his eyes from mine.
“Get some rest.” He walked over to the window and shut it for me. “I don’t want to catch you like that again, young man.” With that he was out the door. My heart was a flutter at the realization that Steel Tiger rescued me! He even carried me up to my place and laid me in my bed. I fell asleep with that warm feeling embracing me.
The encounter had left me with a busted lip and cut in on my right eye brow. My ribs were sore and I was able to pass it off as falling down the stairs to everyone at work and no one really gave me second look over it. I wasn’t that remarkable at work either. A few people asked if I was okay and then I was forgotten behind a cubical wall.
Over the next couple of weeks, I was more cautious. I still left my window open, just a crack though, nothing you could see from the street. I enjoyed the cool breeze that wafted through, and honestly, I expected Steel Tiger to see it and come in and scold me again for being so careless. I couldn’t shake the feeling, though, that I was being watched, though I stayed in at night since the incident.
I know it was foolish to think that Steel Tiger would come back and ride me like a motorcycle, revving my engine as he gunned into me hard and fast. I couldn’t help but jack to that night, when he carried me back to my room, but in my fantasy, he took my temperature, rectally. The feel of his arms, wrapped around me. I blew load after load thinking about it till I was covered in my own crusty excitement.
I finally got the nerve to go out, and, as I expected, no one missed me not even the bartender. I nursed three beers and called it a night. I took a cab home, though it was more of a hassle than walking the three blocks home but the attack was still fresh on my mind. I still jumped when I heard loud noises and it was disconcerting to say the least.
I took a shower, threw on some sweat pants and pulled out pint of double chocolate chip ice cream to drown my sorrows in. I was about to dig out the first bite when I heard him. “That’s not good for you.” Came the testosterone inflected voice. “And what did I tell you about that window. Just because it’s just a crack doesn’t mean some hoodlum can’t get in it.”
I dropped my spoon, again in awe of his presence. In the light he was even more intimidating, scary and just damn sexy standing there in my living room in his black tiger mask. “I close it when I go to bed.” I meekly lied. Silver strips ran down his muscular body pointing downward to his groin. I couldn’t help but follow the trail down to their inevitable path. “What are you doing here?”
He stepped towards me and I followed the unspoken command to stand. “You leave the window open all night.” He said flatly. “I wanted to…” he thought for a moment before finishing with “check up on you. He continued forward till we were chest to chest. I fought hard to not just lay my head against him. “How are you doing?”
“I’m good.” I lied, a lump forming in my throat. “Thank you, again, for saving me.” I looked up into those piercing blue eyes and felt myself melting into them. “I took a cab home.” Then the though crossed my mind. “How do you know I leave my window open all night?” I stepped back a second with apprehension.
He closed the distance between us. “Your welcome. I know and I checked.” He put his massive gloved hands on my shoulders. “I know about the window because I checked. Every night. You masturbate a lot.” I was stunned as he pulled me against him. He raised my chin up and dipped his head down. Our lips sparked with electricity as he slipped his tongue snaked its way down into my mouth.
He broke the kiss with me still lost in the fantasy. He chuckled softly as he cupped my face. “I’ll be back to check on you later. I expect that window closed unless I tell you.” He slipped a phone into my hand. “I’ll send you a message when you can leave it open for me.” With that he turned and left and I admired that silver streaked black ass.
I stared down at the phone he left me. Did he really just give me a way to contact him? For him to contact me? It buzzed in my head. I flipped it open and read the message. “I said close the window, sexy.” I startled for a moment and did as I was instructed. It buzzed again. “Save tonight’s load for tomorrow night.”
I blushed at the thought that he was watching me jerk off, to him no less. I laid down in the bed clutching my new phone before I decided to respond back, in T9 of all things. “Be safe out there, my Tiger.” The phone vibrated back. “I will. Sweet dreams.” I was on cloud nine. I rolled over onto my stomach and was tempted to text back like some giddy 90’s anime school girl.
I slept peacefully that night, still feeling that urge to stroke but wanting to save it all for my Tiger. I awoke the next morning to message on the phone. “Look out the window.” I did and found a singular red rose waiting for me on the fire escape. “Thank you.” I texted back before I went about my morning routine with an extra spring in my step.
I kept the phone by me at all times, waiting for his text. I wanted to tell someone, anyone, but I had no one. I had aquantencies but no real friends. My friends consisted of just an on line presence that I rarely ever socialized with. Being an introvert it’s always hard to make friends and the ones you get tend to drift away.
The sun was setting and I had just got back to my place with a pepperoni pizza when the phone finally buzzed. “You need to eat better.” I laughed as I read the text. “Stalkerish much?” I responded with a winkie face. “Just a bit.” He said as he entered the room from my bedroom. “Window was open.” He scolded with a smile.
I flushed warm. Then grew bold. “Well, I am trying to catch a tiger by his toe.” I sat the pizza down. “Need a kiss good bye before work?” I fished, hoping I’d get to feel his lips again. I took a step forward, embolden.
“No.” He gave me a wry smile. “As you can imagine in my line of work, I don’t get to date much.” He was chest to chest with me again. “There was something about you when I fought off your attackers that I had to pursue you.” He stroked my face and I leaned my face into his hand. “You’re so beautiful and you don’t even know it.” I blushed.
“I want to feel you.” I softly begged. “Really feel you, not all this protective gear.” He moved my head up and kissed me lightly on the lips, his stubble scratched so nicely on my soft skin. “Please?” I whispered.
He lifted me up and my legs instinctively wrapped around him, barely. My arms fumbled around his disguise I held him. The kiss was bold, daring, needful, caring. His hands pawed at my ass with need and thirst for my cat’s lair. I was so engrossed in him that I didn’t even noticed he had moved us to my darken bedroom.
Again he laid me down onto the bed. A low growl came from his throat as he reached behind him. Soon he was peeling his body armor from him exposing that rock hard gym body for me. His body was beautifully sculpted from bronze. His chest was filled with swirls of black hair I wanted to rut in. He pushed the sculpted fabric down further exposing his camouflaged trucks underneath.
He slowly pushed them down further, down his tree trunk legs. He reached up and for a moment, as he lifted his mask from his head, I thought I might get to see his true identity, but was treated to a head wrap that covered his eyes up. Before I could take in the magnificent that was his glory, just like the ferocious feline he was, he pounced on me.
I felt my shirt being ripped open and my pants and underwear shucked all the while his mouth stay glued to mine. My sexy kitty had claws and he was using them. He broke the kiss for a moment and looked down at me in my tattered shirt. “I hated that shirt on you anyways.” He darted to my nipple toying with it, his rough tongue scrapping gently against the nub.
His tongue dashed across my skin, tasting my body as he wondered about without care or worry down, down to my swollen cock. It ached and begged for him. He swirled his tongue around my balls as he tasted my musky scent. I groaned with pleasure as he flicked his tongue up and down my cock. Without warning, he swallowed me down sending into unknown convulsions off pleasure.
He feasted down on me, placing my legs on his shoulders. He looked up at me with mischievous crystal blue eyes and then I was folded in half and his tongue was swirling like a hurricane over my rose bud. I writhed in sexual bliss as he lapped hungrily at me. I wanted to reach down and feel and pull him further into me, but worried I might cross a line.
His growl was fierce and then I was flipped on my stomach. His massive body covered mine, grinding his concealed weapon roughly as he nuzzled me softly with his face. “You have no idea what you do to me.” The animal in him was bursting at the seams. I turned my head and kissed him, our tongues danced with Latin fire as I melded into him.
His fire ignited in me. “I need to taste you.” With hesitation he rolled off me and it was my turn to pounce upon him. I rutted in that course chest hair before lightly biting and teasing his nipples. I swear he actually purred as I worshiped his body. I dragged my nails down his sides to his underwear that elicited a tiny roar of approval.
He raised up slightly allowing me to expose that uncut billy club that rested atop basketball sized balls. I knew I couldn’t fit all of that in my mouth but I was going to be damned if I didn’t at least try. I delicately licked each ball, cupping them with tender care as I massaged one then the other. The salty sweet taste danced across my tongue.
I lavished his flavor but had to take him down my throat. I gripped his thick meat stick and stroked it, making the head appear and disappear with tempting teasing. I slipped my tongue into his foreskin and scoured the head clean from the copious juices that spilled forth from him. I finally pushed more and more of him into me trying to choke him down my gullet.
His hand fisted in my hair as I bobbed what I could down my throat. He was so thick and veiny. To me this proved to me who really was the man of steel. I stroked what I couldn’t swallow like some harlot porn star. With each bob I tried to push more and more of him into me, but he was just too thick. My mind wondered to how he would feel deep inside me, and I knew it would hurt so good.
He pulled me off him and tossed me on my stomach onto the mattress. He nibbled down on my neck. “You are so wonderful.” He snarled as his cock slid up and down my crevice. “I’m going to make you feel so special.” He sat up and sheathed his sword. I felt the wet slick of lube fingers preparing me for my greatest ride.
He pressed slowly at my hole. With a pop and a gasp his was in me. We both groaned in unison as we felt each other. Slowly he cautiously pressed into me, reading my body, stopping to allow me to adjust to his colossal power. Inch by inch he worked his way into me as pain subsided to pleasure. The slow tortuous pleasure was too much and I bucked back, swallowing him whole.
He collapsed down upon me, wrapping his arms around me, cooing in my ear as my eyes saw spots from the sudden expanse into my insides. He ground slowly into me, allowing me to grow accustom to him in me. He held me tight as he began to pick up speed, our legs wrapped in each other. I turned my head kissed him as he started slowly dicking me with more urgency as I devoured him from the back end.
His breathing intensified as the slaps began to get louder and louder. I mewled into his mouth as he stroked me from the inside out. Pound, pound, slap, slap. I arched my back against him as I submitted to our pleasure. Pound, pound, slap, slap. He bounced against me so hard the bed began to move, sliding this way and that.
Then, with a magnificent roar of lust, he thrust into me, nearly splitting me in half. I could feel him pulse into his latex raincoat, spewing forth something I someday hoped to fill me up. He shuddered with tremors of orgasmic bliss that shook the bed more. Then a collapse onto me with a soft cuddle. “No one has ever taken all of me.” He panted in my ear.
I relished in the warmth comfort he enshrouded me with. Then with a slow slide and my dismay, he slipped from me. He rolled me over under him, onto my back and planted soft delicate kiss over my face. “Those other men don’t know what they are missing.” He worked his way down and swallowed me. His tenderness was tossed out the window as he milked me till I spewed forth into his throat.
He held me in him as I slowly softened. His tongue cleaning me. He looked up at me with his hooded eyes and climbed back up to me. “You taste wonderful.” He mused as he swiped at my nose with his tongue. I laughed as he rolled to his back and cuddled me close. My hand traced the ripples in his body as I basked in his glory.
“I want to rescue you more often.” He mused as he stroked my back. “If you’ll have me.”
“Anytime.” I glowed. “Anytime you want.”
I know I shouldn’t, but I feel safe in this city. Ever since we got our own vigilante, I feel safer, I don’t know what it is, knowing this comic book inspired persona is out there defending the weak from the oppressive just gives me a real hard on, literally. I actually lay in bed at night with my window open, jacking my cock hoping he’d hear my moans and groans and investigate.
I know it’s stupid, but your average boy can dream, can’t he? I’m nothing special in body or cock. Just your average white boy with a bit of a gut on my five foot eight frame and a six inch dick that I’ve been told is just the right size. I don’t stand out with my mousey brown hair, but I also don’t blend in. Yeah, I’m that kind of Gay.
I guess it was being that not so noticeable yet noticeable Gay that got me in the trouble I did. I was walking home, alone, as always from my local watering hole. I did the usual sit at the bar by myself, drink a few beers, chat with the bartender and get ignored by the patrons thing before I gave up and went home.
I was so focused on my insignificance, I didn’t even notice the two guys that bumped into me. I mumbled a soft, “Sorry, excuse, me.” I guess it wasn’t enough or it was just enough for them to see me. I quickened my pace as I heard, “Fucking faggot.” I was almost about to sprint away when I felt the shoulder grab and then right hook against my face.
Before I could even register what was happening, there was another sharp jab into my stomach. My mouth filled with the acidic bile of my stomach mixed with the coppery taste of my own blood. Hate was spewing from their mouths as I crumpled to the ground. I tried to shield my face as kicks and punches rained down on me like hail.
I had just about given up hope when without warning, it all stopped. My eyes were clenched tight, hoping, praying this was all just some horrible nightmare. I heard the sound of a scuffle a short distance away, but I couldn’t bring myself to watch. “This is just a nightmare.” I repeated to myself over and over again, thinking that if I said it enough, it would be true.
I winced when I felt the gentle gloved hand on my shoulder. “Are you okay?” Came the gruff concerned voice. I just shook with fear. “I’m not going to hurt you.” The voice was a bit softer now. He pulled my arms from my face. “Talk to me, baby.” I ventured to open my tear filled eyes and it was him. The man of my fantasies. I was looking into the masked face of Steel Tiger.
“It’s you.” I said in awe as I stared into that ruggedly handsome masked face. Finally my senses came back to me. “Yeah.” I fumbled with my words. “I’m okay. I just live down the street. Thank you for your help.” I made to get up, but was scooped up in those python steel arms. “What are you doing? Put me down!”
“You shouldn’t walk home alone at night in this city.” He lectured as he began walking towards my place. I relented and leaned my head against what I assumed was his Kevlar encrusted chest. I couldn’t help but dream about what his actual skin would feel like pressed against mine as my tongue trailed down his stomach. “Here.” I said pointing to the meager brownstone. “I can take it from here. I’m on the third floor.”
Steel Tiger wasn’t having it. He marched me up all three flights and right to my door where he finally put me down so I could get my keys. Once I had the door open, he scooped me back up. “I can walk.” I argued without any real bravado. He carried me straight to my bedroom and laid me down on the bed. “You don’t have to do all this.” He ran his hands over my ribs. “Do you do this for all the victims that you rescue?”
He gave a curt smile. “Only the ones I like.” He was as massive as I had imagined. At least six foot with a forty eight inch chest. Those arms he that scooped me up where at least thirty-four inches around. “I want you to be more careful from now on.” He began to lecture. “You shouldn’t leave that window open.” He nodded to the window, never taking his eyes from mine.
“Get some rest.” He walked over to the window and shut it for me. “I don’t want to catch you like that again, young man.” With that he was out the door. My heart was a flutter at the realization that Steel Tiger rescued me! He even carried me up to my place and laid me in my bed. I fell asleep with that warm feeling embracing me.
The encounter had left me with a busted lip and cut in on my right eye brow. My ribs were sore and I was able to pass it off as falling down the stairs to everyone at work and no one really gave me second look over it. I wasn’t that remarkable at work either. A few people asked if I was okay and then I was forgotten behind a cubical wall.
Over the next couple of weeks, I was more cautious. I still left my window open, just a crack though, nothing you could see from the street. I enjoyed the cool breeze that wafted through, and honestly, I expected Steel Tiger to see it and come in and scold me again for being so careless. I couldn’t shake the feeling, though, that I was being watched, though I stayed in at night since the incident.
I know it was foolish to think that Steel Tiger would come back and ride me like a motorcycle, revving my engine as he gunned into me hard and fast. I couldn’t help but jack to that night, when he carried me back to my room, but in my fantasy, he took my temperature, rectally. The feel of his arms, wrapped around me. I blew load after load thinking about it till I was covered in my own crusty excitement.
I finally got the nerve to go out, and, as I expected, no one missed me not even the bartender. I nursed three beers and called it a night. I took a cab home, though it was more of a hassle than walking the three blocks home but the attack was still fresh on my mind. I still jumped when I heard loud noises and it was disconcerting to say the least.
I took a shower, threw on some sweat pants and pulled out pint of double chocolate chip ice cream to drown my sorrows in. I was about to dig out the first bite when I heard him. “That’s not good for you.” Came the testosterone inflected voice. “And what did I tell you about that window. Just because it’s just a crack doesn’t mean some hoodlum can’t get in it.”
I dropped my spoon, again in awe of his presence. In the light he was even more intimidating, scary and just damn sexy standing there in my living room in his black tiger mask. “I close it when I go to bed.” I meekly lied. Silver strips ran down his muscular body pointing downward to his groin. I couldn’t help but follow the trail down to their inevitable path. “What are you doing here?”
He stepped towards me and I followed the unspoken command to stand. “You leave the window open all night.” He said flatly. “I wanted to…” he thought for a moment before finishing with “check up on you. He continued forward till we were chest to chest. I fought hard to not just lay my head against him. “How are you doing?”
“I’m good.” I lied, a lump forming in my throat. “Thank you, again, for saving me.” I looked up into those piercing blue eyes and felt myself melting into them. “I took a cab home.” Then the though crossed my mind. “How do you know I leave my window open all night?” I stepped back a second with apprehension.
He closed the distance between us. “Your welcome. I know and I checked.” He put his massive gloved hands on my shoulders. “I know about the window because I checked. Every night. You masturbate a lot.” I was stunned as he pulled me against him. He raised my chin up and dipped his head down. Our lips sparked with electricity as he slipped his tongue snaked its way down into my mouth.
He broke the kiss with me still lost in the fantasy. He chuckled softly as he cupped my face. “I’ll be back to check on you later. I expect that window closed unless I tell you.” He slipped a phone into my hand. “I’ll send you a message when you can leave it open for me.” With that he turned and left and I admired that silver streaked black ass.
I stared down at the phone he left me. Did he really just give me a way to contact him? For him to contact me? It buzzed in my head. I flipped it open and read the message. “I said close the window, sexy.” I startled for a moment and did as I was instructed. It buzzed again. “Save tonight’s load for tomorrow night.”
I blushed at the thought that he was watching me jerk off, to him no less. I laid down in the bed clutching my new phone before I decided to respond back, in T9 of all things. “Be safe out there, my Tiger.” The phone vibrated back. “I will. Sweet dreams.” I was on cloud nine. I rolled over onto my stomach and was tempted to text back like some giddy 90’s anime school girl.
I slept peacefully that night, still feeling that urge to stroke but wanting to save it all for my Tiger. I awoke the next morning to message on the phone. “Look out the window.” I did and found a singular red rose waiting for me on the fire escape. “Thank you.” I texted back before I went about my morning routine with an extra spring in my step.
I kept the phone by me at all times, waiting for his text. I wanted to tell someone, anyone, but I had no one. I had aquantencies but no real friends. My friends consisted of just an on line presence that I rarely ever socialized with. Being an introvert it’s always hard to make friends and the ones you get tend to drift away.
The sun was setting and I had just got back to my place with a pepperoni pizza when the phone finally buzzed. “You need to eat better.” I laughed as I read the text. “Stalkerish much?” I responded with a winkie face. “Just a bit.” He said as he entered the room from my bedroom. “Window was open.” He scolded with a smile.
I flushed warm. Then grew bold. “Well, I am trying to catch a tiger by his toe.” I sat the pizza down. “Need a kiss good bye before work?” I fished, hoping I’d get to feel his lips again. I took a step forward, embolden.
“No.” He gave me a wry smile. “As you can imagine in my line of work, I don’t get to date much.” He was chest to chest with me again. “There was something about you when I fought off your attackers that I had to pursue you.” He stroked my face and I leaned my face into his hand. “You’re so beautiful and you don’t even know it.” I blushed.
“I want to feel you.” I softly begged. “Really feel you, not all this protective gear.” He moved my head up and kissed me lightly on the lips, his stubble scratched so nicely on my soft skin. “Please?” I whispered.
He lifted me up and my legs instinctively wrapped around him, barely. My arms fumbled around his disguise I held him. The kiss was bold, daring, needful, caring. His hands pawed at my ass with need and thirst for my cat’s lair. I was so engrossed in him that I didn’t even noticed he had moved us to my darken bedroom.
Again he laid me down onto the bed. A low growl came from his throat as he reached behind him. Soon he was peeling his body armor from him exposing that rock hard gym body for me. His body was beautifully sculpted from bronze. His chest was filled with swirls of black hair I wanted to rut in. He pushed the sculpted fabric down further exposing his camouflaged trucks underneath.
He slowly pushed them down further, down his tree trunk legs. He reached up and for a moment, as he lifted his mask from his head, I thought I might get to see his true identity, but was treated to a head wrap that covered his eyes up. Before I could take in the magnificent that was his glory, just like the ferocious feline he was, he pounced on me.
I felt my shirt being ripped open and my pants and underwear shucked all the while his mouth stay glued to mine. My sexy kitty had claws and he was using them. He broke the kiss for a moment and looked down at me in my tattered shirt. “I hated that shirt on you anyways.” He darted to my nipple toying with it, his rough tongue scrapping gently against the nub.
His tongue dashed across my skin, tasting my body as he wondered about without care or worry down, down to my swollen cock. It ached and begged for him. He swirled his tongue around my balls as he tasted my musky scent. I groaned with pleasure as he flicked his tongue up and down my cock. Without warning, he swallowed me down sending into unknown convulsions off pleasure.
He feasted down on me, placing my legs on his shoulders. He looked up at me with mischievous crystal blue eyes and then I was folded in half and his tongue was swirling like a hurricane over my rose bud. I writhed in sexual bliss as he lapped hungrily at me. I wanted to reach down and feel and pull him further into me, but worried I might cross a line.
His growl was fierce and then I was flipped on my stomach. His massive body covered mine, grinding his concealed weapon roughly as he nuzzled me softly with his face. “You have no idea what you do to me.” The animal in him was bursting at the seams. I turned my head and kissed him, our tongues danced with Latin fire as I melded into him.
His fire ignited in me. “I need to taste you.” With hesitation he rolled off me and it was my turn to pounce upon him. I rutted in that course chest hair before lightly biting and teasing his nipples. I swear he actually purred as I worshiped his body. I dragged my nails down his sides to his underwear that elicited a tiny roar of approval.
He raised up slightly allowing me to expose that uncut billy club that rested atop basketball sized balls. I knew I couldn’t fit all of that in my mouth but I was going to be damned if I didn’t at least try. I delicately licked each ball, cupping them with tender care as I massaged one then the other. The salty sweet taste danced across my tongue.
I lavished his flavor but had to take him down my throat. I gripped his thick meat stick and stroked it, making the head appear and disappear with tempting teasing. I slipped my tongue into his foreskin and scoured the head clean from the copious juices that spilled forth from him. I finally pushed more and more of him into me trying to choke him down my gullet.
His hand fisted in my hair as I bobbed what I could down my throat. He was so thick and veiny. To me this proved to me who really was the man of steel. I stroked what I couldn’t swallow like some harlot porn star. With each bob I tried to push more and more of him into me, but he was just too thick. My mind wondered to how he would feel deep inside me, and I knew it would hurt so good.
He pulled me off him and tossed me on my stomach onto the mattress. He nibbled down on my neck. “You are so wonderful.” He snarled as his cock slid up and down my crevice. “I’m going to make you feel so special.” He sat up and sheathed his sword. I felt the wet slick of lube fingers preparing me for my greatest ride.
He pressed slowly at my hole. With a pop and a gasp his was in me. We both groaned in unison as we felt each other. Slowly he cautiously pressed into me, reading my body, stopping to allow me to adjust to his colossal power. Inch by inch he worked his way into me as pain subsided to pleasure. The slow tortuous pleasure was too much and I bucked back, swallowing him whole.
He collapsed down upon me, wrapping his arms around me, cooing in my ear as my eyes saw spots from the sudden expanse into my insides. He ground slowly into me, allowing me to grow accustom to him in me. He held me tight as he began to pick up speed, our legs wrapped in each other. I turned my head kissed him as he started slowly dicking me with more urgency as I devoured him from the back end.
His breathing intensified as the slaps began to get louder and louder. I mewled into his mouth as he stroked me from the inside out. Pound, pound, slap, slap. I arched my back against him as I submitted to our pleasure. Pound, pound, slap, slap. He bounced against me so hard the bed began to move, sliding this way and that.
Then, with a magnificent roar of lust, he thrust into me, nearly splitting me in half. I could feel him pulse into his latex raincoat, spewing forth something I someday hoped to fill me up. He shuddered with tremors of orgasmic bliss that shook the bed more. Then a collapse onto me with a soft cuddle. “No one has ever taken all of me.” He panted in my ear.
I relished in the warmth comfort he enshrouded me with. Then with a slow slide and my dismay, he slipped from me. He rolled me over under him, onto my back and planted soft delicate kiss over my face. “Those other men don’t know what they are missing.” He worked his way down and swallowed me. His tenderness was tossed out the window as he milked me till I spewed forth into his throat.
He held me in him as I slowly softened. His tongue cleaning me. He looked up at me with his hooded eyes and climbed back up to me. “You taste wonderful.” He mused as he swiped at my nose with his tongue. I laughed as he rolled to his back and cuddled me close. My hand traced the ripples in his body as I basked in his glory.
“I want to rescue you more often.” He mused as he stroked my back. “If you’ll have me.”
“Anytime.” I glowed. “Anytime you want.”
