A House Painters Tail

Weakened by pleasure, his knees trembled as I gobbled
down the entire length of his nine-inches fuck muscle. He
clung to my shoulders to steady himself as my steamy throat
tightened around his invading tool. The pungent flavor of
his delicious meat was a treat to be savored.

Rhythmically he started fucking my hot, drooling mouth.
His passion was intense as he repeatedly slammed the head of
his cock against the back of my throat. I could tell he was
dangerously close to blowing his load. I would have relished
nothing more than to have experienced the sensation of his
torrid wad of creamy jism spurting down my throat, but it was
not to be. Resisting the temptation, I chose instead to spit
out his cock and sample his hairy nuts.

I held firmly to his down covered thighs and savagely
licked his swollen cum filled pods. Placing one foot on the
edge of the bath tub, he reached down and lifted his weighty
ball-sac so that my fluttering tongue had access to the base
of his open butt crack. It was an invitation I couldn't
refuse.

The generous amount of fur lining his gaping crevice
clung to my wet tongue as I hungrily lapped away at his ass.
I felt his delicate, little pucker tighten as the tip of my
searching tongue found its mark. Tremors of lustful
expectation rocked his tasty, young body to its very core.
The endearing quality of his impassioned panting gave my
slimy poker an iron like quality. Drool dripped from my chin
as I rammed my extended spike deep into his beseeching
asshole.

His snug orifice throbbed around my hot, lashing tongue
as his huge balls slipped wetly from his hand to sag heavily
across my nose. His elongated cock hammered impatiently
against my forehead, tormented by the skillful feats of my
embedded tongue. I was drowning in the scent of his sex and
I adored every breathtaking minute of it. He drew back
dislodging my tongue from his zesty anal cavity. The head of
his big cock was slick with pre-cum as he smeared it over my
slobbering lips. His transparent dew poured from the concave
dip in the tip of his bulbous knob. I grabbed the shaft of
his juicy cock in my fist and plunged my mouth down over its
purple crest. Locking my lips firmly behind the flared ridge
of his meaty scepter, I once more stabbed the tip of my
tongue into the sultry hollow of his weeping piss-hole. He
shook violently as if he'd just been struck by lightening.

Pre×cum oozed across the surface of my greedy taste
muscle. I couldn't decide which I longed for most; to fuck
his tight little ass, or to be fucked by his delicious big
cock. The only thing that was perfectly clear in my mind was
the reality that somebody was going to get their tight, young
ass plowed.

ÓFuck me, Rembrandt!Ô He howled. ÓFuck my butt.Ô

My lips emitted a vulgar slurping sound as he yanked his
cock out of my mouth. He immediately turned, bent over, and
spread open the smooth cheeks of his slender ass to expose
his ruby×red shithole. His down covered ball-sac had drawn
up tight with climactic urgency. From between his gaping
thighs he reached back, handing me a condom.

With my cock sheathed for battle, I positioned myself to
enter his hot little ass. Waves of anticipation rippled
through the tense muscles of his round buttocks as the head
of my tool centered on his flexing aperture. My hands
embraced his narrow hips as I thrust my cock into his spastic
rectum. Pleasure merged with agony and he howled with
ecstasy. We were both on the verge of lustful insanity. Our
pent×up passion could not be restrained much longer.

The slick walls of his velvety intestine was an inferno
of sweltering, male desire. My nuts ached for release as I
buried the full length of my heaving rod into his trembling
belly. With each thrust I felt more and more of my self-
control slipping away. My manhood had become a powder-keg.
The sensuous friction of his tight bunghole gripping my tingling
cock had created the spark to ignite my passionate fuse.

A keen sensitivity began to well up in my throbbing
cock. A wonderful feeling, which could have only been heaven
sent, embraced me with brutal fury. My beautiful, blond
lover stood up and turned to face me, wrenching my volatile
organ from his impaled bowel. There was no holding back.
The inevitable point of no return was upon me.

Ripping the condom from my cock, he slammed his sleek,
wet body against mine. Our fleshy swords dueled ruttishly as
we bumped bellies like two under nourished sumo×wrestlers.
The wet sloshing sound of our bodies coming together made me
hump and grind harder and faster. The sound of unbridled sex
echoed from the tiled walls.

I held firmly to the cheeks of his ass and he held to
mine; our tempo ever increasing, the fever of our runaway
desire persistently on the rise. Between us, our quivering
lances had become slick and gooey. The tributaries of our
free×flowing gelatinous streams joined to become a single
river of hot, sticky cum. Our free swinging bangers slapped
together as whipped jism heaved from our dilated piss-holes.
Cum spurted in every direction. We held one another even
tighter as our youthful spunk raged from our tightly
contracted balls. I looked into his eyes and shared in the
primeval lust I saw. It was not easy to let go of him. I
had never felt such staggering passion. I was compelled to
savor every splendid second.

When my uncle returned late that afternoon, I was
just finishing the trim on the last window. As he busied
himself gathering up our tools, I put the ladder to my young,
blond lover's window one last time. Looking around to make
sure no one was watching, I took a marking pencil from my
pocket and put my mark on his window sill. I simply signed
it --Rembrandt.