My Little Loup Garou

So, I managed to stop Lanny before he spewed his salty load down my throat, which wasn't easy, and I could see that he was disappointed and maybe even a little frustrated that I'd stopped him when he was single-mindedly fucking the shit out of my face. I really feared that I'd brought the lad much too close to cumming and that the excitement of feeling a hot, tight ass engulfing his thick rod for the first time would be too much for the boy and we'd have a very premature climax which would end that night's activities much too soon for both of us.

I quickly apologized and explained to Lanny that I simply had to have his big ol' pecker stuffing my ass and I was afraid that if he got his nut while giving me the vicious face fucking we'd both been enjoying so much I'd never get the chance to experience the thrill of his pecker filling me up the way my ass had never been filled before. I instructed Lanny that he should get comfortable on his back so that I could straddle him and simply sit on his fat pecker. It was far from my personal favorite as far as positions go, but under the circumstances, I thought it would be best for me trying to take such a thick cock, and it would also allow me the pleasure of watching Lanny's pretty face as he fucked my ass.

That's when I realized we had no lube. Bayou Boy wasn't in the habit of needing anything other than his own natural lube to get himself off in his own fist, lucky uncut bastard and never needed it because he didn't entertain sexually out there at his home. It made me a little sorry that I'd eagerly gobbled up as much of his pre cum as I could just moments earlier.

I'd done a pretty good job slobbering all over the studs fat pecker when he was face fucking me and he was still excited enough to have produced more fresh lube, which I was able to slick up his fat shaft with but that left us nothing to grease the path into my anal passage. The thought of taking that huge cock with so little lube scared the hell out of me but I refused to turn back at that point so I straddled Lanny's hips.

"Ready, Lanny?" I asked.

"Ready!" he replied excitedly.

As instructed, Lanny skinned back his foreskin to expose the head and held his pecker pointed upward.With nothing but the spit that Lanny provided to lube my ass I slowly lowered myself and let his pecker part my cheeks.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm", Lanny hummed as he felt the first inch or two of his pecker glide smoothly between by slicked ass cheeks.

I stopped when I felt the slippery head of my Bayou Boy's pecker perched right up against my tightly puckered hole. I paused in that position and then I paused a little more, somehow thinking that making Lanny wait for it and then sliding down onto his rock hard pecker when maybe he's relaxed a little, thinking that maybe I'd changed my mind would enhance the experience for him. What else can I say except sometimes we over think certain things at the wrong time.

I guess I somehow sensed it more than I actually felt anything but the second I thought that Lanny had relaxed his expectation I started to let my weight drop me down onto Lanny's ramrod. It didn't happen right away, but I'm sure it didn't take as long as it seemed in my mind either. Lanny's cock did not penetrate me like a hot knife through butter.

I immediately realized that the head of his pecker was a bit more blunt than it looked, obviously a slight illusion cased by the relatively overwhelming thickness of the shaft which widened dramatically as you approached the base of his dick.I felt a steady pressure as the head of his prick probably pushed into my sphincter by mere millimeters in response to my efforts to slowly lower myself upon his sexy pecker. I doubled my efforts to squat upon Lanny's cock and felt my tight anal ring finally start to relax just a bit as my body started it's decent.

"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW - AAAAAAYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" we screamed in unison.

Lanny had obviously been unprepared for the sensations he felt for the first time as his pecker entered a tight ass. The fact that I may have had his cock a bit over sensitized by all of the foreplay that I'd just enjoyed so much and for a little longer than I should have probably contributed as much as anything.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Lanny cried out loudly.

"WHOAAAA . . . WHOAAAA . . . WHOAAAA . . . DON'T MOVE . . . STAY STILL!" I shouted.

At the moment of penetration when Lanny felt the interior walls of my asshole engulfing and caressing the head and perhaps first inch or so of his shaft he'd let out that first blood curdling, "AAAAAAYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" he had arched his back in response to the overwhelming sensation relating to fucking ass for the very first time and his unexpected reaction drove much more of his rapidly increasing thickness much deeper into my ass than I'd expected to take in one swift, non-stop plunge. It felt like someone had shoved their forearm up my ass and at the same time, maybe a red hot fire place poker.

If not for the fact that I'd been prepared to stop my downward momentum immediately upon letting Lanny gain entry to my bowels and the increasing friction from the rapidly increasing girth of his cock along with the force his body imparted to mine as his hips thrust violently upward Lanny might very well have skewered me with the full length of his 8 inch pecker in one fell swoop.

With a more normal (width) 8 inch cock I am sure that the same scenario I just described would have impaled me completely, and it might have hurt like hell. If Lanny had driven the full length of his beast into my ass to the hilt in one quick motion I suspect we would have been talking about some sort of physical damage to my person, maybe serious damage.

I don't think Lanny heard my screams of pain over his shriek of pleasure at first. What is it they say about the AGONY and the ECSTASY? Whatever the saying is, you can rest assured that the two existed at that same moment in time and in a conjoined space.When Lanny did finally hear my scream of pain over his banshee yell it must have scared the hell out of the poor traumatized lad. Fortunately, and don't ask me how, I had managed to keep my head about me in spite of the pain and the feeling of near panic.

Out of fright, Lanny had started to retreat and that threatened to dislodge his pecker from my stretched anal ring. I'm sure he withdrew a portion of his cock that had penetrated my ass in that unexpected upward thrust but my anal ring still had the elasticity to lock onto his exposed pecker head just behind his trigger ridge and hold him captive as I desperately followed him down to toward the bed. Still, If it hadn't been for the sudden stop as his back slammed hard back into that mattress he might very well have withdrawn his cock completely.

It took me a minute or so to get Lanny calmed down. He was frightened and very apologetic. I assured him that he had nothing to apologize for and told he that I should have done a better job of anticipating his excitement that led to his big lunge and further assured him that no harm had been done and that I very much wanted to continue if he was still game. I was most of all concerned about the poor kid feeling traumatized and maybe never wanting to give anal sex a try again, but I was also concerned and did not want that particular experience to come to a very sudden and disappointing end for both of us.

Fortunately, Lanny never lost that magnificent erection in the time it took me to calm his shattered nerves. He'd been jolted enough that it wasn't as steely hard as it had been when he parted my cheeks but managed to maintain it enough that it hadn't slipped out of my ass before I was able to perform a little damage control. I think his youthfulness was on our side and it was mainly a simple matter of restoring his enthusiasm to go along with his natural horniness, but I'd like to think that my talking sexy talk while I tweaked his pointy little nipples that lay within easy reach on his chest before me didn't hurt either.

I could actually feel his big pecker re-inflating as I gently pinched and twisted his hard little nubs. Even with just the head plus the first couple inches of that pecker still lodged up my ass it was enough for me to feel my sphincter being stretched pretty good again as he pretty rapidly regained his full, mighty erection. Once I was sure that his erection was once again solid and there was no danger of him simply slipping out of my ass accidently, I lowered myself slowly, taking about another inch of him which was enough to really feel stretched out good by that great girth.

Slowly . . . very slowly, I raised up and didn't stop until I could feel the backside of his fleshy trigger ridge scraping against the inside of my anal ring. After a slight pause, I very deliberately and slowly sat back down on Lanny's hard pecker until I'd taken as much of him back inside as I'd done before retreating. I repeated this series of movements a couple times to get Lanny used to the idea and the feel of me riding him and how it felt to have his pecker massaged by the inner walls of a hot and tight ass. When I could no longer see any trace of the fear or concern in his eyes and felt that he was unlikely to repeat any rapid movement that might threaten to shred my innards I started to get a little more creative and less predictable.

One of the things that seemed to work really well, particularly from Lanny's perspective according to his reactions was when I would twist myself around once I felt the friction between my inner sphincter and Lanny's trigger ridge. Lanny's response to that was always very verbal but what I liked most of all was the faial contortions that really indicated how pleasurable he found it.

I'd started to ride that boy's pecker faster and harder. It was very easy on the way down when I could use his rapidly increasing thickness to gauge when I had returned to that point that was up to that point the deepest I'd taken his pecker with the possible exception of that one huge lunge that had impaled me with more than I was prepared for all at once. Sliding back up that pecker without going to far and losing my grip on Lanny was a bit more tricky so I went a little slower on the up strokes until I felt confident enough to start upward at a quicker pace and then slowed down near the top of the ride.

Before Lanny could become bored with the monotony of the same old thing, I sat back down to take him to that maximum thickness and then instead of starting the return trip back up his pecker shaft as I think he expected, I followed the slight pause by pushing down harder and letting my hungry ass swallow more of Lanny's amazing thickness before I would retreat again to that sensitive trigger ridge of his. Lanny was obviously enjoying every aspect of his first anal fuck as a sexy top and I reveled in his obvious delight every time he realized that I'd just taken his pecker a little deeper up my ass.

He still wasn't even close to the typical dirty talker who will make a sailor blush with some of his language when he is either fucking ass or getting his own butt plowed but he was very vocal and when his verbalization included words of pleasure and encouragement instead of just the hottest sound that he made almost continuously I still found him to be just as cute and sexy as ever.

I had probably taken all of Lanny's fat pecker with the exception of the last inch or maybe inch and a half. I felt full and extremely stretched like I'd never been full before, obviously. When I reached that depth I paused at the end of the long ride down Lanny's pecker and practiced flexing my inner ass muscles around that invading cock. The purpose of that was two-fold. I wanted to try and stretch myself out and loosen up enough to hit pay dirt and be able to take every thick millimeter that Lanny had to offer me and I wanted to show Lanny a really good time in the process.

Lanny's initial reaction to the internal massage, or at least the first reaction that I saw register on his face was one of astonishment. He'd really been enjoying the feel of my tight ass riding rapidly up and down his wedge shaped shaft and the little tricks I played with his trigger ride really got him extremely excited but the new sensation of my hot inner walls wrapping around his thick pole appeared to be something that he's never even considered to be a possibility and he loved it. He loved it so much that his pecker started to throb deep inside of me. It throbbed hard enough that I could feel it very clearly and I was afraid that I'd just brought Lanny to the point of no return and he was about to cream the walls of my ass with his heavy load.

That wouldn't have been such a terrible thing if he had. I'd ridden his pecker for a good while, probably a bit longer than I'd realistically expected when I first sat and excepted his peckers initial offering up my ass considering how turned on he'd been to start. I am still, to this day, a bit dumbfounded that my Bayou Boy hadn't spilled his precious seed up my ass as a result of that huge thrust that almost split me open, especially when I think about how sensitized and supercharged he must have felt to have had such a strong involuntary response to arch his back that way. In retrospect, there's not a doubt in my mind that if my panic hadn't scared him as bad as it did he'd have not only plunged his pecker even further up my ass on that thrust but he's have almost surely shot off deep in my bowels.

Even with the fright it must have given him, it's amazing that he hadn't ejaculated in that instant of extraordinary physical excitement.

So, I'd managed to convince myself that I'd definitely be able to take the full length and thickness of that super cock and I couldn't wait to feel the exhilaration of that great achievement.[Rereading my description of the confidence I felt about being able to absorb Lanny's cock completely has me worried that I am giving a false indication that it was easier - much easier than it was by a long shot. There was NOTHING easy about conquering Mount Lanny. There was a lot of sweat involved and a lot of pain along with a considerable amount of effort but ultimately there was at least ten times as much pleasure involved as a rich reward riding that huge meaty wedge of his.]

I was fully prepared and about to squat down hard upon that pecker in an attempt to totally conquer it on that next plunge or on the next attempt after that, when a better idea dawned on me. I really wanted to feel the thrill of having taken Lanny completely and I really wanted him to enjoy that same sense of joint accomplishment and letting him squirt his hose as it was buried deep and throbbing hard inside of me at that moment would have put an end to that dream. I realized that if I tried to withdraw quickly, either partially or completely by riding that boy's cock right back up to the tip would have done as much to bring about his climax as continuing to massage his pecker with my muscular contractions.

So I stop massaging Lanny's pecker and sat as still as possible. I reached behind me and squeezed that spot at the base of Lanny's fat cock root that I hoped would retard the need that he must have been feeling to launch his little baby makers in the next second or two. I waited until I felt the throbbing slowly subside and then with Lanny's assurance that my slow ride back up the length of his dick was not likely to bring about a sudden eruption I rode that elevator to the top floor and carefully withdrew.

"Man . . . that was so close!" Lanny announced excitedly. "I thought I was gonna cum", and I saw the initial look of disappointment that was mixed with all the excitement on Lanny's face when his pecker sprang free of my ass with a loud, sucking pop. "I guess I'm not s'posed to cum inside ya?"

"Are you kidding me, Lanny?" I cooed sympathetically. "It would break my heart if you didn't shoot the hugest, hottest load you've ever shot anywhere other than inside me. I want your cum deep inside my ass where it belongs!"

I quickly explained to him that we were far from finished and promised him that we would not stop until his neat little patch of wiry pubes were scratching the cheeks of my ass as he busted a nut as deep inside me as he could possibly bury his bone.I told him how close I was to taking him all the way and letting him spooge the hell out of my ass guts but that instead of him being along for the ride I wanted him to feel what it was like to be in the driver's seat and take a much more proactive role in actively fucking the hell out of my ass. I told him we were only stopping for as long as it would take for us to switch positions.

Now, I'm sure you all know that if you really want to give a butt fucker free reign and have him take complete charge there is only one position that's best. Doggy Style. I seriously doubt that my sexy little country boy had trouble for even one minute understanding what I meant when I told him I wanted him to fuck me doggy style. If there was any doubt at all in his mind, it was made abundantly clear when I assumed the position on my hands and knees with my ass in the air inviting him as I cast a look at him over my shoulder.

Lanny mounted me like a pro; like he'd been fucking guys up the ass as long as he'd been alive. After shucking his pecker so the foreskin was retracted for his entry he lined up the head of his pecker with my butt hole that he's once again spit into for what little lube was available and pushed his cock head inside my anal ring which popped open eagerly to welcome an old friend back.

He paused briefly, I assumed to make sure that he wouldn't cum prematurely upon reentering my tight, warm, moist anal cavity. Then he surprised me a little when he reached around and placed his hands on the front of my hips where the tops of my legs joined the torso and used that grip to pull me back into him rather than simply plowing forward to drive himself deeper inside me. I told him how wonderful his pecker felt inside of me and he responded by pulling out part of the way and then sliding quickly in a couple inches deeper than before. It was a little more aggressive than I expected that early but I was more than happy to accommodate him.

"Ummmmmphhhh!" I grunted as his jab forced a little bit of the wind out of me.

"Did ya like that?" he asked and I thought I detected something strange and unexpected in the sound of his voice. It wasn't the sound of evil . . . no definitely not evil. There isn't an evil bone in that little stud's body. But he definitely sounded mischievous . . . mischievous and playful.

Lanny withdrew again, about as far as he'd pulled out the first time. This time he plunged his pecker back into me about the same distance as before or maybe ever so slightly deeper, but that thrust was faster and more forceful.

"Ummmmmmmmmmmm!" he exhaled with the force of his thrust.

"Ummmmmmphhhhh!" I responded immediately, feeling the power of his latest push into my ass.

Lanny withdrew again, faster this time. I wasn't sure if it was by design or an accident but he definitely withdrew more of his cock and almost withdrew his pecker completely from my clutching ass. I clearly felt the scraping of his trigger ridge scraping against my anal ring and almost panicked thinking that he might be pulling out completely, but he kept the very tip of his cock tucked just inside my tight hole before he quickly gave me yet another jab, similar to the one before.

Just as I was prepared for him to withdraw partially again, I felt Lanny slide me another inch of hard cock. That was slower and more gentle than the last couple jabs he'd delivered. I suspected that he hadn't given himself the right amount of leverage when he failed to withdraw at all first. Even though that extra inch of pecker he'd just fed me wasn't even close to unchartered territory yet and he'd pretty much eased it into me, I felt the extra stretching as we were getting to the really thickly wedged part of his cock shaft.

Lanny withdrew again, this time stopping right at the back of his trigger ridge which made me assume that the near total withdrawal before had been just an accident made by a stud throwing his first fuck into another man's ass. With only the slightest of hesitation Lanny plunged his cock back to the previous depth and then quickly withdrew again to his trigger ridge. If he paused at the top of that stroke it was pretty much unnoticeable. It seemed he's already picked up on the art of changing directions, switching off between pushing it in and pulling it out without a delay or even a hitch.

That was the start of a long period of his driving his cock in and out with a steady rhythm. I grew comfortable with the pace and the consistently measured force of his fuck strokes being thrown at my ass. The kid was a natural! I encouraged him and urged him on, telling him what a great job he was doing and how wonderful his cock felt drilling me the way he was doing.

That's when Lanny surprised me again. He started talking . . . well . . . I don't know. He wasn't talking trash, I don't think. I don't think you could really say he was talking dirty. He didn't use any of the classic 'dirty words'. But it was different. For the Lanny I had known that evening and well into the night it was noticeably different.

"Yeah . . . ya like that don't ya? Ya like Lanny's big pecker! Ya want more a my pecker, don't ya? I know ya want it! Yeah . . . that's it . . . take more a Lanny's big pecker!"

It was surprising. It was definitely more assertive than I had heard him before. He sounded much more confident . . . sure of himself . . . maybe even a little boastful? Well, almost boastful . . . considering how he'd talked before that. It wasn't totally uncharacteristic. Not enough to be shocking or anything like that but it was definitely different; different and very sexy.

I suspected something different was about to happen when Lanny paused at the top of his fuck stroke for the first time in a long while with just the head of his pecker still tucked safely inside my tight pucker. I didn't have to wait too long to find out what that was.

"OOOOOOOmmmmmffffffffffffffffff!" I grunted as the wind was once again forced out of me.

Lanny had driven his pecker back into me with great force. He'd been feeding me about a third of his pecker during that long spell of rhythmic fucking we'd been enjoying, but on this latest puch he had fed me more than half his length and that difference in length or depth was nothing in comparison to the difference in thickness that he'd just rammed into me.

As if that wasn't enough, Lanny once again slowly fed me a little extra, maybe another inch, of his pecker rather than partially withdrawing for another thrust up my ass. I'd estimate that left him a little short of the maximum amount of cock he'd fed me in our previous position, judging by how thick he felt anyway, but he was definitely getting close to that point once again. Still, rather than starting a withdrawal of his pecker Lanny twisted and swiveled his hips, giving me a slow grind as his fat pecker reamed my ass real good. The kid was awesome.

When he finally started pulling out instead of pushing in further or just grinding it in place he started a very slow withdrawal. When he finally reached that trigger ridge again he paused for a little while, long enough to make me wonder what was coming next and then he plunged back in hard and fast.

"AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW . . . FUCK YEAH! You're AWESOME, Lanny! You sure you've never done this before?"

Really. There was a part of me that was starting to suspect that I'd been sandbagged. Lanny was so damn good . . . such a natural that I was starting to think of him in terms of the guy at the pool hall or at the poker table who pretends to have never shot a game of pool or had to keep having the rules of poker explained over and over again before hustling you out of your hard earned money. I suddenly didn't feel like I had anything to teach Bayou Boy about fucking ass any more. I was starting to feel more like the pupil than the teacher.

Again, Lanny began that very slow, very deliberate withdrawal up to his trigger ridge. It reminded me of the roller coaster ride . . . the old wooden coasters that took you slowly up that long steep incline before suddenly doing what felt almost like a free fall down the biggest drop on the coaster and leaving you feeling like your stomach was still back up their at the top of the hill. It was a new wrinkle. After a while it started to feel like it had a rythm of it's own even though that rhythm consisted of two distinct and very different characteristics. The only think that broke the pattern of that new rhythm was when Lanny would stop at the depth of his hard thrust and do that little grind routine, but he always mixed it up well enough to disguise it so that I never knew when that was coming.

"AhhhhhhhhhhhhhhAhhhhAhhhh", I started to moan as Lanny neared the top of his stroke and tickled the inside of my sphincter with his fleshy trigger ridge.

"OOOOOOOOOmmmmmmfffffffffff!" I would grunt as his plunge back into me would stretch my hole and take my breath away.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm . . . OH YEAH!" I would coo when he'd take the time to grind his fat fuck stick into my ass guts.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", I moaned as Lanny neared the end of his partial withdrawal.

"OOOOOOOOOmmmmmmmfffffffffff!" I grunted as he slammed his big pecker home again.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", I moaned when he ground his cock into me again.

Then the kid threw me off balance again when instead of beginning his ascent as expected he leaned his weight into me and forced about another inch into me. That at least equalled the deepest he'd sunk his pecker into me earlier when I'd been on top riding him, and if anything I think he may have even given me a fraction of an inch more than before.

"AWWWwwwwww Yeah . . . that's it, Lanny . . . Feed me that thick pecker . . . ram it up my ass!"

"Ya want it?" he asked, and I detected that impish little air of mischief again. "Tell me what ya want!"

"OH YEAH . . . I WANT YOU . . . I NEED YOUR COCK . . . YOUR PECKER!" I corrected myself.

"Ya like my big pecker?" he asked, knowing the answer but loving to hear it . . . needing to hear it again.

"NO, Baby . . . I LOVE your big fat pecker!"

Seemingly satisfied with that, Lanny began a slow withdrawal. When he reached the top of his fuck stroke he plunged his fat pecker back into my ass with great force again and then just as quickly withdrew back to his trigger ridge.There was no more pause at the top of his fuck stroke as there had been at the bottom. He relentlessly fucked me with long powerful thrusts, almost like some kind of machine. That was the beginning of another, much different round of the amazing ass fucking the kid gave me the very first time he'd stuck his pecker up anyone's ass. Lanny was born to butt fuck!

"UNGH . UNGH .UNGH . UNGH . UNGH . UNGH . UNGH . UNGH . UNGH. UNGH. UNGH", Lanny grunted over and over with each swift and powerful thrust up my ass.

His stamina was unbelievable! The air had gone stagnant as the storms outside slowly but surely grew closer. The rain hadn't arrived yet and there wasn't even the hint of a breeze blowing in through the window of that hot, steamy room. Lanny's performance under those conditions was even more unbelievable, even if he'd grown much more used to the absence of air conditioning and the oppressively hot and humid summer nights living there on the bayou.We'd both been sweating for some time and I'm one of those people who doesn't normally sweat very easily.

Lanny's vigorous assault during that phase of the butt fucking of my life had taken the concept of sweating to a new level. He'd passed being damp or moist from a good hard sweat. He'd even gone beyond wearing a heavy sheen of sweat all over his hard, toned body. The sweat started to ooze out of every pore on his body and bead up everywhere you could imagine, kind of like a cold glass of liquid taken from a cold refrigerator and left out on a table in a warm room. That's what it reminded me of; it was more like heavy condensation than simply sweat. Little beads of liquid covered him all over until it seemed almost as if he'd been badly burned by a flash of superheated air or something and tiny little blisters covered his body everywhere.

"UNGH .UNGH . UNGH . UNGH .UNGH . UNGH . UNGH . UNGH . UNGH . UNGH . UNGH",

Lanny never paused. He never slowed his merciless pace. He'd once again become that man possessed. He was fucking like one of those drones; one of those bees whose only purpose or mission in life is to have sex with the queen bee, only once and then they would die.

Lanny fucked like his life depended on it. The sweat that had condensed all over his body grew into larger droplets that eventually became too large and came under the influence of gravity. That's when the sweat began to run down his body in rivulets until the flow became too heavy to cling to his flesh and he started to drip sweat that fell upon me and the bed upon which we fucked; splashing as it either bounced off of me or ran off me in rivulets that co-mingled my own sweat with his and then fell in puddles on the sheets before quickly being soaked up.

"UNGH . UNGH . UNGH . UNGH . UNGH . UNGH . UNGH. UNGH . UNGH . UNGH . UNGH", unbelievable the beat went on and on

"PLOP!"

Finally, Lanny withdrew a little too far, a little too fast. At first I just marveled that this hadn't happened sooner. All of those long strokes, the rapid fucking in and out, sooner or later he just had to slip out. He hada to be getting tired whether it showed or not. It was inevitable. Bayou Boy had let his pecker accidentally retreat completely from my well fucked ass in his frenzied attack. At least that was what I thought in that second when I heard the pop and felt the anguished emptiness when that fat pecker deserted me.

"What the . . ." I thought a second later when Lanny rammed his pecker back home again in a quick recovery that surprised the hell out of me.

"Did he really just do what I think he did?" I wondered

I heard of fucking like that before. I'd even seen it done in a video a time or two. "Look ma, no hands".

Without so much as touching his pecker or grabbing me to steady his target to improve his aim, Lanny just plunged his cock back into my hole and gave me another long and forceful thrust as if he hadn't missed a beat.

"Incredible luck", I thought until he repeated the trick again on the very next fuck stroke and then again on the one after that. That hot little fucker was doing it on purpose and he was doing it over and over like he'd been fucking ass his whole life. I'd never been a talented enough cocksman to even attempt that trick, let alone accomplish it so successfully.

I'd never been fucked like that before; hands free; having a cock pulled completely out and then plunged back in with such precision without using any hands at all. Of course, Lanny probably had my hole stretched pretty wide by then and the head of his pecker wasn't nearly as thick as the shaft that had stretched me real good but it was still a very impressive bit of fucking, especially for someone who'd never fucked ass before. Eventually Lanny missed his mark a couple times and failed to sink his pecker back into my hole on the first attempt. The misses threw his balance off and he ended up sprawled out on my back. We were so slippery by then, being covered so profusely in sweat and all that if he didn't nearly knock me over with a direct hit, he almost went sliding off to the side and collapsing onto the bed.

Finally, I could tell that Lanny was beginning to tire from all of the exertion of a really terrific fuck. He placed his hands on the front of my hips again sto steady his target and also to use his arms to pull me back onto his cock as he drove it deep up my ass. After only a couple more of those amazing hands free thrust back up my butt, he returned to long dicking me and withdrawing his pecker only to the point that his trigger ridge tickled my sphincter again.Lanny kept up a good pace doing that for a couple minutes and then gave a mighty thrust that sent him plunging his pecker up my ass to the hilt.

"Ahhhhhhhhh . . . HaaaaHaaaa . . . Ahhhhhhh . . . Yahhhhhhhhhhhh!" Lanny cried. "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I can't believe it. Ya took it all!" he shouted in celebration. "OH WOW! This is so awesome!"

Lanny was crowing loudly to celebrate burying his bone entirely up my butt. He was so excited. His excitement was contagious . . . not that I wasn't already feeling pretty excited myself. That was definitely the most 'fun' I have ever had getting fucked or probably having sex, period. I guess sex is always fun if it's done right and enjoyed properly, but I'm not sure I ever thought of it in terms of being 'fun' before. Taking nothing away from how incredibly hot sex with Lanny was, it was also fun in a way that I never felt with another sex partner, ever.

"OWWWWWWWW . . . WOWWWWWWWW! I cried out. "YOU did it, Lanny! AWWWWWWWWWWW . . . MAN! It feels so amazing to have you buried so deep inside of me, stretched so wide. I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU JUST FED ME YOUR WHOLE, INCREDIBLE, FAT, FUCKING PECKER! Tell me that really is your pubes digging into my butt, scratching my cheeks! Grind that pecker into me. Make sure I have every last millimeter you have to feed me! Just hold it right there for a minute and grind it into me!"

Lanny crowed his excitement. I swear the boy actually howled loudly. He did as I requested and tried to drive his pecker right through me until it popped out someone on the other side. Grinding his pecker in me like that got his cock throbbing again. I think his excitement over having stuffed every bit of his pecker inside me had an effect also.

"MMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmm", Lanny purred contentedly. "I think I'm ready to cum soon. It won't take long at all now", he reported.

"STOP GRINDING!" I said rather loudly, probably more forcefully than I should have. "Hold still, Lanny", I instructed, my voice taking on more of a pleading tone . I want you shooting your hot load up my butt so bad, but can we try just one more position before you nut all over my insides, PLEASE?"

"Sure . . . just tell me what to do", he agreed.

"First . . . just hold as still as you possibly can until you're sure the urge to cum has passed and then slowly and carefully pull your beautiful pecker out. OK?"

Lanny stopped wiggling his cute bubble butt which had been grinding his cock into me. After almost a minute he decided that he could safely withdraw his pecker without ejaculating. When he withdrew his pecker, the head was dripping more of that pre cum and I couldn't resist giving it a couple light licks before flopping back onto my back on the bed. I was lying on top of some very wet, musky smelling sheets that we'd sweated up good with our frantic fuck but I couldn't have cared less.

"I want you to take me like this when you cum, Lanny. I want your cum so badly. I want you to spray your load deep inside my ass, but more than anything I want to be able to see the look on your face when you shoot your big load."

"Yeah, that sounds cool", he agreed. That way I can see the look on your face too when I fill ya up."

I slid my pillow under my butt to elevate it as much as possible, giving Lanny the best angle I could to reenter and fuck my hole good.He placed the head of his pecker against my pucker which was not nearly as tightly puckered as it had been when we started our fuck-a-thon. I nodded for him, indicating that I was ready any time he was. Lanny wasted no time pushing back into my ass but took it easier than he'd been fucking my hole for quite some time. He pushed steadily but didn't thrust wildly and his big, fat pecker slowly and steadily reclaimed every inch it had just surrendered when he'd withdrawn to change positions.

Lanny gave me a little more grinding action to accentuate the fact that he'd bottomed out again and then he started to slowly slide his cock out. He fucked me with long, slow strokes for a while and then gradually built up speed. His increase in speed was accompanied by an increase in his verbal response which indicated his growing excitement and building urgency to deposit his load where we both so badly wanted it.

We were both still sweating profusely. The storms were definitely drawing nearer still. The lightning was very frequent and the loud claps of thunder followed each corresponding lightning strike almost immediately, indicating that the storms were almost directly on top of us.The thin curtains that adorned Lanny's bedroom window had finally started to move slightly again as a weak breeze began to stir outside but not enough to have any real effect on two revved up studs rutting like animals.

The rain couldn't be that far and my love and knowledge of weather tells me that the air was probably filled with the smell of ozone and approaching precipitation at that time while Lanny began to build toward another frenzy as he redoubled his efforts to fuck my ass. Of course, there was no chance to detect the smell of the ozone or rain because the overwhelming smell of sex filled the room.

"UNGH . UNGH . UNGH . UNGH . UNGH . UNGH . UNGH . UNGH", Lanny began to once again grunt that familiar staccato chant.At some point during this fuck I'd wrapped my legs around Lanny's waist with the heels of both feet resting comfortably on the top of his magnificent, muscular, gravity defying butt cheeks.

The position came in handy as he began to take a walk on the wild side again, increasing the speed and power of his thrusts into me. Lanny certainly didn't need the help of my legs pulling him back down into my perfectly fucked ass but I helped tug him back toward pay dirt anyway, for moral support if nothing else. If that position allowed me to play any real supporting role at all it was to maybe help apply the breaks as he neared the top of his fuck strokes to make sure that he would not accidentally withdraw too far and slip out of my ass in his exuberance.

"Uhhhh . . . UhHuh . . . UhHuh . . . Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . . . Yah . . . UhHuh . . . Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!'. That staccato grunting had been replaced by a new sound, louder than the grunts had been. The grunted sounds had been more or less a sound of exertion as Lanny forced the air from his lungs as he pounded my ass; the resulting sound of his powerful fucking. This new sound that seemed to take precedence was more an indication of Lanny's growing sexual excitement as he felt the signs of his approaching orgasm.Also at that time, I noticed that Lanny's eyes were closed and the muscles in his pretty face seem to have tensed a bit. Shortly after those verbal and visual changes Lanny lowered his torso from the more upright position he'd been using to get more power behind his thrust and although he still hovered slightly above my prone body, his torso was more parallel to mine and he began to hunch my ass with much shorter, quicker jabs rather than the long and powerful thrusts. Lanny fucked like a jack rabbit.

"OH YEAH, BABY . . . THAT'S IT . . . FUCK THAT ASS, LANNY! "GIVE IT TO ME BABY! CREAM MY ASS WITH YOUR HOT CUM!" I encouraged.

"YAH . YAH . YAH . YAH .YAH!" was all Lanny could get out. I got the impression he was trying to communicate something to me in response to my comments urging him on; not simply muttering more guttural sounds but he seemed to find it much more difficult to string together words while rabbit fucking me with those quick jabs and after a few tries, he simply stopped trying to communicate and enjoyed the fuck.

"I KNOW, LANNY . . . I KNOW! JUST FUCK THAT ASS, BABY!"

Lanny opened his eyes and looked right into mine, giving me a little crooked smile. Without a word he raised up to something closer to his original more upright position and started to slide much more slowly in and out of my ass with very long and deliberate strokes. That lasted for just a couple minutes and then he lunged as far as possible up my ass and started to wiggle his hips and grind his pubic hair into my ass cheeks and his invading pecker head into my guts.

"OOOooooooooooooooooooooo . . . OOOooooooooooooooooooooooooooo . . . OOOooooooooooooooooooooooooo . . Ahhh . UhHuh . . . OOOooooooooooooooooo . . . Ahhhhhhhhhhh . . . GETTIN . . CLOSE . . . REALLY . . . CLOSE!" he announced as he continued his grinding.

"YEAH BABY . . . I WANT YOUR HOT LOAD . . . GIVE IT TO ME, LANNY . . . GIVE IT TO ME!"

That's when I felt it; it felt like his big pecker had swelled to almost twice his normal thickness. I'm sure it wasn't quite that dramatic, probably not even possible; I can only do my best to describe what it felt like. I'm not talking about a throb; I'm talking about a huge swelling of Lanny's big pecker that sustained itself for a surprisingly long period; I know, that probably wasn't quite as long as it seemed either.

At any rate, I couldn't believe that his fat pecker could have swollen any more than his normal erection hugeness and for a second I had visions of my lower abs being split and the head of Lanny's pecker poking out like something from one of those fucking ALIEN movies. I was relieved when the swelling subsided but then that big pecker went into what was definitely a throbbing mode and I suspected that it signaled that Lanny's pecker was spitting his hot cum deep inside my ass guts.

"OOOooooooooooooooooooooo . . . OOOoooooooooooooooooooooooo . . . OOOoooooooooooooooooooo!" Lanny continued cooing, if you can call something that loud and intense cooing.

Then with this look of panic on his pretty face, Lanny started to quickly withdraw. I didn't think it was all over yet but I wasn't sure that he wasn't done and pulling out until I heard and then felt him switch gears again.

"OH . . . OHHH . . . OHH . . . OHHH . . . OHHH . . . OH . . . OHHHHHHHH . . . OHHHHHHH . . . OHH!" Lanny began to shout.

At that same time, Lanny started slamming his pecker back into my ass again. Theses thrust were every bit as long and powerful as any he'd fucked me with to that point if not even more powerful and if nothing else there was definitely a new urgency about them.

"OH FUCK . . . OH FUCK . . . OH FUCK!" I began to chant, as I got caught up in Lanny's excitement and the new intensity of the fucking he was giving my ass. "OH FUCK . . .OH FUCK . . . OH FUCK . . . YEAH . . . FUCK ME, LANNY . . . FUCK ME . . . FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE!"

I didn't get much warning. It totally surprised me because I can usually feel myself building toward my climax more gradually and have considerably more warning than I got that night.I'd be lying if I tried to tell you I understand why it happened that way or what was different about that night. Was it physical? Was it mental/emotional? Even in retrospect, I really can't say, but it was different.

"OHHH . . . OH . . . OHHHH . . . OHHH . . G . . OHHH . .CLOSE . . . GET . . . OHHH . . . GETTIN' . .CLOSE . . CLOSE . . CLOSE!" Lanny was screaming.

"OH LANNY! YOU'RE DRIVING ME CRAZY! OHHHHHHHH . . . DRIVING ME . . . FUCKING CRAZY! YOU'RE . . . GONNA . . .FUCK . . .THE CUM . . . RIGHT OUT OF . . . MY BALLS!"

I had to struggle to keep my eyes open. I felt like Lanny and I were running a race; not that it was intentional for either of us but we were both getting so close and I wasn't sure who was going to be the first to cross that finish line, and I didn't want to miss a thing.

"OHHH . . OHHH . . OH . . OH . . OH . . SO . . CLOSE!" Lanny continued screaming.

Now, I'm not sure if this next thing actually happened or not. It seemed much too real to have not happened, no matter how convenient it may sound as far as the story line. I'm sure it must have actually happened. It was just much too real to have been imagined.

The room was suddenly filled with a light that was brighter than broad daylight. It was a bright, white light that hurt my eyes. I felt the hairs, not just the ones on the back of my neck but the hairs all over my body, stand up and it felt like there was the crackle of static electricity in the room all around us. There was a very sharp and loud crack of thunder followed immediately by an enormous boom as if something just outside the window had exploded.

"OHHH ... OHHH . . . AL . . MOST . . . OHHH . . . ALMOST . . . THERE!", Lanny screamed and I could barely hear him through the ringing in my ears.

Well, right on the heels of that brilliant flash and the reverberating crash of thunder, my balls drew up tight in their sack and sent a big tingling sensation shooting from the base to the tip of my cock. This started somewhere in the midddle of that last sentence Lanny had shouted out.

"C . . . C . . . CUM . . . CUMMMMMMMMMINGGGGGGGGGG!" I screamed, almost before Lanny had finished his statement.

Before I could even wrap my hand around my own cock it gave a huge jerk and sent a long stream of cum hurtling toward my own face. I rarely shoot for great distance but that night my first volley landed with a splat on my chin and all over my neck. The rest of my climax was much more typical. I shot a nice big load by my standards but the second . . . third . . . and fourth shot didn't even fly as far as the bottom of my sternum and then I just oozed the last of my cum into my pubes.

"AYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Lanny howled.

I'm not sure if I'd fired my last shot onto my abs or not when Lanny screamed and plunged his cock hard into the deepest depths of my ass, but if I had, he was right behind me. Lanny was digging into the mattress with his feet like he was trying to propel himself forward and crawl right up my ass. I felt his cock throbbing wildly inside me and I felt his pecker start to unload. It was a hot load of jizz but soon provided a very soothing sensation deep in my wickedly fucked ass. I'd focussed on my Bayou Boy's face as soon as he'd begun to howl. His eyes were open wide and kind of glazed over.

I saw his mouth change from the 'OH' shape that it had into a contorted grimace as his whole face tensed under the strain of his climax. Lanny's whole body had gone stiff as a board for a second but then he managed to continue thrusting into me for each of the first three or four volleys of cum that he shot into me. Then he collapsed with his full weight falling on top of me and I watched his body racked by convulsions as he continued to unload jizz up my ass; his body twitching with spasms every time his pecker fired another round. If I had to guess, I'd say the boy launched at least seven or eight mighty salvos of nut butter up my ass before he went relatively calm on top of my stomach and chest where our sweat co-mingled and my own cum tried to cement us together.

Lanny was completely spent, or at least very nearly so. I flipped him over with very little effort and switched places with me lying on top of him. I kissed him on the forehead again and he gave me another innocent smile with that little touch of blush. I nibbled my way down the side of his neck and then gave his left nipple a quick nip which drew a yelp and sent a shudder all through his exhausted body. Then I went for his pecker, which was still very close to completely hard. It lay on his belly and it wasn't exactly moving but it did seem to tremble slightly as it lay there.

I spotted a very small puddle of cum on his belly where his pecker had obviously continued to ooze just a little even after he'd fired his last shot up my ass and rested a short while before he reluctantly withdrew it from my warm ass. Naturally, I went for that little puddle of cream and lapped it up like a kitten at a saucer of warm milk.

That little pool of jizz was actually connected to his pecker head which was the source of leakage after all and I accidentally brushed the tip of Lanny pecker with my tongue while lapping up the remnants of his cum. That sent another involuntary shudder through his body and he hissed at me, obviously feeling very sensitive down there so shortly after his Earth shattering orgasm.