[ also known on various sites as horny_dad and lexxjld ]
(Note: Because of the length of time it has taken me to finish this story, I am submitting it whole. If you have kept the first parts, this replaces them. Enjoy!)
1: Fantasy
I stared intently at the small video playing on my computer screen, even though it was the fourth time I'd watched it. Only three minutes long, yet it fed into one of my wildest fantasies - of being made to come just by being fucked, without anyone touching my cock.
The man being fucked in the video was about my height and build: 6'3" with a slim tight body and a thin cock about 8" long. Like me he had very little body hair, and large sensitive-looking nipples. The man fucking him was shorter and hairier, with a medium-sized but quite thick cock.
Thin man was lying on his back, his knees drawn up to his chest. His cock was firm but not fully erect, his asshole glistening with spit or lube. Hairy man knelt between his thighs and in one smooth movement slid the big head of his cock straight in, followed by the rest of his length. Thin man gasped and immediately his cock hardened, standing straight up from his belly like a steel rod.
Hairy man moved slowly and carefully to begin with, probing thin man's insides until he found the right spot, then he gradually began to thrust harder and harder. Thin man started groaning, and bubbles of precum started to appear at the tip of his uncut cock. The thrusting continued, evidently hitting thin man's prostate, because his cock throbbed and burped out more precum at each stroke.
Leaning forward more, hairy man wet his thumbs and stroked thin man's nipples, while continuing his inexorable thrusts. Thin man moaned loudly and began to raise his hips to try to match his partner's motions. The flow of precum was now almost constant. The camera zoomed in, showing the fucker's hairy stomach sliding over the bottom's balls, and the pool of precum in his navel.
Sharp barking sounds now came from the fuckee at each thrust, and the video clearly showed the swelling of his cock at each jolt to his lovenut. Hairy man began to be more vocal, muttering, "Take it, take it!" over and over again. Then a quiet wailing sound started to be heard, gradually building in intensity until suddenly the bottom cried, "Oh my god, you're making me come - oh! - oh!! - oh shit!!!" and a ribbon of white cum launched up across his belly and chest. He writhed in ecstasy, and at each push of the cock inside him, more cum sprayed from the tip of his dick. The video ended with a close-up shot of the streaks and pools of cum.
I leaned back in my chair, almost on the verge of coming myself. Usually I'm a top, but just occasionally I fancy a cock inside me. The only problem is that my boyfriend Sean isn't a very good top (perhaps I don't give him enough practice!) and his cock isn't quite big enough to work me right up to a hands-free orgasm. Don't get me wrong: I certainly enjoy it when he fucks me, and he has a particular knack of timing his wanking me off so that I come just as he does, which makes him groan and me scream. However, I can tell that it's not as intense as coming hands-free while being fucked would be.
"Fancy having that done to you, do you?" The voice from behind startles me - I didn't know that Sean had come in. He'd obviously watched enough of the video, and my reaction to it, to know what I was thinking.
"Oh yes, I wish someone could fuck me like that and make me come without touching my cock."
"Not satisfied with the way I deal with you, then?" (this said with amusement, not bitterness).
"Oh yes, you're fantastic when you fuck me. But I would like to experience the added intensity ..."
"... of a hands-free orgasm," he completed my thought. "I'll have to hire in a big-cocked rentboy, then, who can fuck you into submission."
I blushed (not something I usually did for any reason). "No, I really want to experience it with *you*. I've nothing against rentboys (and some of the ones I see advertising in the gay papers almost make me come just looking at them!) but I feel that it would be such a special moment if you and I could just manage it while you're fucking me."
"Stay there and hold that thought - but don't you dare come. I'll be back in a minute."
I glanced round at his back as he left the room, and I heard the living room phone click before he closed the door.
2: Meeting
We had met some months before one Saturday night in a horrible bar in north London. Vile glittering decorations failed to hide the peeling damp wallpaper, and the whole place had a smell of decay and cigarette smoke. It wasn't a regular haunt of mine, but it was fairly close to home, and the beer was surprisingly good. Occasionally they put on a show with a stripper; on those nights there were enough men around to cruise and, occasionally, pick up to take home. On this night, though, there were just a few regulars propping up the bar, and one man sitting alone in the far corner. His face was too shadowed to see him clearly, but he often seemed to be watching me.
I walked up to the bar and asked the barman ('Crusty', his nickname was) for another pint. As I paid I glanced sideways and saw that the man had come to stand close to me and was looking at me with a very peculiar expression of mingled lust, shyness and fear. (I'm a 6'3" skinhead with a mohican haircut, and quite a lot of men are scared of me at first.)
He was somewhat shorter than me: 5'10" I guessed, and had rich longish black hair, huge green eyes, and what looked like a solid body. His lips were slightly parted, looking eminently kissable. Above the neck of his t-shirt a riot of black hair curled. I licked my lips as I visualized running my hands through it (I'm fairly hairless, but hair on other men always turns me on). He raised a hand to nervously brush his hair back from his forehead, and up his loose sleeve I could see (and smell) fresh sweat glistening in the luxuriant mat of hair there. I went from flaccid to achingly erect in about a second - fresh sweat is *such* an aphrodisiac for me.
He opened his mouth to speak, and was very surprised when I put my finger to his lips to stop him. I grabbed his arm and lifted it so that his pit was exposed, and buried my nose and mouth in the dank cavern. As I thought of rooting my cock around in that moist hair, I nearly came on the spot, it was wonderful. He just looked confused; I don't think anyone had ever worshipped his armpits before.
"Do you want another drink?" I motioned to his almost empty glass.
He glanced down at the glass, picked it up and swallowed the last mouthful. Then he gazed up at me for a moment, his expression unfathomable, and said quietly and slowly, "No thanks. But I hope you want to take me home with you. It would be undignified to beg, but I will if I must." He grinned at this last thought.
