Helping Man

"Oh, Jimmy, I want to make you feel okay again. I hope I can please you, make you happy this morning. I want to help you forget about last night. Not all men are like those scumbags! I want you to try me!"

Charlie slid off me, revealing his naked glory. I haven't seen a body so well sculpted since my trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. He was chiseled, his features imposing and boldly defined. His incredible cock was large even in proportion to his big frame. He got up onto his knees and turned himself around. He came back down next to me, forming a perfect 69. I held his waist as he guided his powerful spike past my lips. I felt an amazingly hot, wet softness as he sucked my hard cock into his mouth. Everything stopped. The planet was still. Nothing existed beyond the two of us, locked in an intimate grip that only two men can understand. The transfer of masculine energy in a full circle. It's Yin and Yang.

Charlie was expert. He rolled and sucked my dick, drawing me close, then easing up to make it last longer. He could have gotten me off in a second, but he knew how to control me, so I came when he wanted. He finally brought me to a climax, and I pelted the back of his throat with hot gobs of cum. He didn't pull away; instead he swirled my cock in the creamy load in his mouth until I was finished. I felt him swallow deeply. Charlie pulled his own cock out of my hungry mouth and got up out of the bed. Where was he going? I heard the sound of him pissing in the bathroom. He came back to the bed, carrying a towel and grinning at me.

"Nice load, Jimmy! I thought you were trying to drown me for a minute! I guess I have you pretty turned on, huh? Well, Jimmy, its decision time. You want me to use that condom now? I'm not forcing you to do anything, but I sure would like to be buried inside that ass of yours!"

I picked the condom off the table, tore the foil packet open and held it out to him. He climbed on the bed and crawled between my legs. He lifted my knees, and my feet went up over my head. I grabbed my ankles and held my ass up to him as he rolled the condom down his stiff rod. He took a tube from the towel and squeezed a bead of lubricant into his fingers. Charlie swabbed my asshole, spreading slippery gel deep into my puckered opening. I felt the head of his unyielding penis pressing on the ring of muscles that still ached from last night. If I could get past that threshold of pain just as he entered me, as his big dick occupied my body, then I would be all right. I was determined not to pull back, not to cry out in agony. I willed myself to relax. His cock was great, but not as great as my desire to take it deep inside me. It slipped in with almost no pain, and Charlie buried himself to the hilt.

Charlie was a very exciting fuck. He moaned. He shouted my name. His athletic body was completely in tune with mine. His heaving attacks were fierce but controlled. I felt his immense manhood moving in me. Charlie had a technique he liked. He slid his cock entirely out of my ass, then thrust back in with passion. Over and over, stretching that sensitive ring of muscle, out then in again. I held on to my ankles, my fingers digging into my own skin. His fucking was vigorous, probably rougher than Gio`s. Funny how your state of mind changes perception. Unlike Gio last night, I never wanted Charlie to stop. Charlie groaned loudly in my ear and I felt him shudder.

"Oh fuck, man, I'm coming now! Jimmy, I'm coming! I'm fucking coming up your sweet little ass, man!"

I let go of my ankles as he pressed his groin tightly against my ass, his thick impaler going far into my rectum. My arms wrapped around his sweat-slicked shoulders. I felt his cock swell as his balls tightened, his cum gushing into me, the condom filling up in my ass. We lay together for a while in a heap of sweaty flesh, as the breeze from the ocean gently cooled us down. Charlie's dick softened in my butt and he quietly slipped out. I removed the slick condom and placed it in the towel. He fell asleep, drooling on the pillow, his golden brown arm around my pale waist.

I like living at the beach. Charlie and I moved the last of my things into his apartment the following weekend. We are bonded together by strong emotions. I adore him, I worship him. Charlie saved my life, and made me believe in the basic goodness of man. For his part he wants me, he fucks me, he takes me sometimes several times a day. I don't know if he loves me yet, but I'm working on that. In the meantime, life is good.