My Little Loup Garou

Initially, I didn't really have any mischief in mind when I started to lick and suck at my Bayou Boy's drooling pecker head. I just wanted to get as much of him as there was to taste and knowing that those generous folds of skin that now entirely covered the head of his cock were hoarding a fair amount of his sweet fuck juices. The first thing I did was to stick my tongue inside his foreskin as far as I could. Lanny hissed again and brought his hands up in a manner that seemed he was going to push me away from his cock, but he stopped short of touching me and closed his eyes again.

When I'd pretty much reamed his cock hood clean of all I could find, I skinned it back to expose his shiny red pecker head. I wrapped my fist around his thick shaft and my lips around his exposed head. When I quickly circled that pecker head with my tongue, gobbling up any dregs of Lanny's rich cum I could find I thought the boy was going to jump right out of his skin.

"SSSSSssssssssssssssss . OOooooooo . Mmmmmmmm . Awwwwwww . SSsssssssssss", Lanny grimaced.

He brought his hands up to my face, cupping his hands under my jawline on both sides, but he did not push me away. I knew exactly what was going through his mind. I knew what he was feeling. I'd been on both sides of the fence before as far as what Lanny was feeling for the first time. Earlier that night we had experienced one of those moments where AGONY and ECSTASY coexisted; only that time the ecstasy had been Lanny's and the agony had been mine when his intense pleasure caused him to suddenly arch his back and impale me on that super thick cock in one swift thrust.

This time the agony and the ecstasy coexisted within Lanny, fighting for control. I'd first been on the receiving end of this sublime contradiction, fighting the fight that Lanny was fighting. The agony is kind of a sweet agony; something that probably sounds stupid to a lot of people and only someone who has experienced the feeling first hand can ever truly comprehend. It's like being under the influence of some mythical creature from an ancient Greek epic or something. You are irresistibly attracted and repulsed at the same time. I'll try my best to describe the physical sensation for anyone who has never experienced it. Hmmmmmm . . .

I've heard a lot of people describe the feeling of striking their 'funny bone' or the feeling they get when their leg falls asleep and gets all tingly when it starts to get the circulation back as being pricked by thousands of tiny needles.. That's not an adequate description but it's as close as anything I can think of. just multiply the intensity of that tingling about ten or twenty times and imagine it being centered in the head and every sensitive nerve ending of your dick.I've known a few guys who don't get all that sensitive (their dick head) right after cumming and they would never experience this sensation at all.

If like most of us, your cock head gets SUPER sensitive right after you'd busted a great nut, you'll fall into one of two categories. You'll either choose, or more than likely be unable to endure being touched, licked and sucked long enough to achieve that almost immediate second orgasm that is much more intense than the one you just enjoyed or you will have your whole world rocked. Some of you probably have no idea that you're even capable of busting a nut again so soon after climaxing and you will quickly put a merciful end to all of the playing with your overl sensitive cock and call an end to the festivities.

Some of you more lucky bastards will manage to somehow fight your way past the urge to either punch your partner's lights out or flee in self defense and experience the most intense orgasm you've ever even imagined. For those of us who have been lucky enough to fight the almost overwhelming urge to raise the white flag and reach that glorious promised land before, we're very likely to move heaven and Earth to experience that intense pleasure again.

Well, I had been to that promised land before, a couple times, and I'd also enjoyed the opportunity to initiate a couple other lucky bastards into the club. Now that I had Lanny squirming on the tip of my tongue I wanted that intense feeling of unbearable pleasure for him. I would push him as much as I could without forcing anything upon him.

I didn't explain anything to Lanny; never attempted to say a word about what we were doing. I guess it never occurred to me because I was taking the same approach with him that had led to my first experience. I carefully laid Lanny's pecker back on his flat, tight belly. I crawled between his legs and licked his big, smooth nuts which were still drawn up tightly, one pulled tightly against either side of the base of his pecker. From my own experience, the balls are nut super sensitive like the cock head is immediately after you ejaculate. Lanny moaned softly and spread his legs for me, granting me access to his nuts; perhaps relieved that I'd retreated from attacking his much too sensitive pecker head.

As I tried to pull his nuts away from his shaft enough to take into my mouth, one at a time I slowly ran four fingers of my right hand slowly and gently up the underside of his pecker from base to tip. I tried to make my contact with Lanny's pecker as light as possible, barely touching it at all. When I reached the tip, I skinned it back to expose the head. This was uncharted territory for me. I had never initiated a stud with an uncut cock into this club before.With Lanny's pecker head exposed I switched from employing four fingers to one thumb, spreading the mixture of what little cum was left and the saliva I had deposited while searching it out in tiny little circles as I navigated tiny laps around his cum slit, again making my contact as light as humanly possible.

I crawled further up between Lanny's legs to bring my mouth into play again. First I simply blew a stream of hot, moist air up the length of that heavy, meaty pecker shaft and then right into his gaping cum hole.That made Lanny shiver and tremble as if he'd caught a sudden case of the chills.Repositioning myself again, I brought my tongue to bear on that super sensitive pecker head, circling the head with that same bare minimum of physical contact. I could see Lanny fighting the urge to push me away from his tortured cock. His hand would start to come up in a defensive posture and then he would force them back to lie still at his sides.

Trying something new, aimed at Lanny's foreskin, I let the hood of flesh cover his pecker head again and took it into my mouth, sucking the head of his tingling dick right through his foreskin and even nibbling on the foreskin that I pulled past the tip of his head. That nearly brought Lanny right up off the bed, but he fought the urge of fight or flight and remained submissive to what I was doing to him. I alternated these two tactics several times, switching between the rougher attack on foreskin and covered pecker head and the ultra light, barely touching of the most sensitive exposed head of his cock.

That latter tactic had Lanny almost beside himself the third time I rotated back to that technique. He'd placed his hands on my shoulders and lightly pushed away but showed enough restraint that I knew he wasn't sure he wanted to commit to actually stopping the action that he both lived for and dreaded like the plague all at the same time.I determined that I either had to go for the gold or risk losing him when we were in sight of that promised land. Lanny was whimpering and squirming on the bed beneath me and I knew he couldn't take much more of that exquisite torture.

It was bringing my tongue into play with his hot, fleshy trigger ridge and that extremely sensive spot just under the tip of his pecker that put him over the top. His reaction reminded me a little of that thrust that had impaled me earlier. He arched his back violently but instead of freezing in that arched position he flopped around on the bed like he was having a seizure. I carefully threw myself on top of him, pinning him to the bed so that I could attack his pecker at that crucial moment without fear of hurting him with my teeth while he thrashed wildly. I retracted his foreskin and dove face first onto his cock, sucking hard and using my tongue to touch his cock all over with movements as rapid as I could generate.

"AYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" came that now familiar howl

Lanny threw me off; not completely, but enough to get my weight off him momentarily and to force me to break oral contact with his beautiful pecker for safety sake. It was in that instant that Lanny erupted again. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head and despite the relatively cool breeze that was suddenly coming through the window Lanny's body once again broke out with those tiny little beads of sweat all over again. Although it was not by design, I got to watch Lanny cum for the first time. His first nut was busted in my mouth as I blew him and the second was blown deep up my ass. My intention had been to savor another eruption safely inside my gulping mouth but that wasn't possible with the uncontrollable movements he was making at that key moment.

"AYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" came that familiar shriek, even longer and louder than seconds earlier.

POP . . . POP . . . POP . . . Lanny's pecker spit three small wads, balls almost, of scalding boy cream. The first two landed just above my upper lip and under my nose. The third perched squarely on my lower lip and I instinctively licked it clean. They had cum in rapid fire succession, like I said, POP . . . POP . . . POP. The volume of those three little pellets wasn't terribly impressive, but I figured what the hell, the kid and just had his nuts wrung out when he'd unloaded deep in my ass. There was a little pause after that thrid POP and I wondered if that was all there was.

It would have been worth it because Lanny was clearly in the throes of ecstasy and writhing all over the bed. But Bayou Boy was NOT finished. Shot number four was not a little pop like the previous three; it was a long, thick rope of cum that shot out forcefully and caught me over the right eye, on both sides of my nose and nearly across the center of my upper and lower lips.

"OHHH . . . OHHH . . . OHHH . . . AYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" a third impressive howl hurtled from Lanny's mouth and signaled that the kid wasn't done yet. Lanny had dropped his sexy bubble butt back on the bed but suddenly launched his hips skyward as if attempted to give extra impetus to the next shot that he heaved from his nuts through his big ol' pecker. That shot went straight into the air and fell back to land squarely on Lanny's chin. He seemed pretty exhausted after that one and settled down dramatically so I moved in and recaptured his pecker between my lips. Lanny convulsed again with a full torso spasm as he unloaded a couple more good size cum shots inside my hungry mouth before he oozed the last of his loada onto my tongue.

The whole time he was shooting those volleys he moaned and purred. I tried to clean up Lanny's spent pecker with my lips and tongue but the boy had had enough and gently gave me the ol' stiff arm to hold me at bay, still being racked by the occasional shiver that ran from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. So I settled for lapping up the generous dollop of cum that had landed on his chin. Lanny just lay there and passively let me eat the cam from his pretty face and when I'd finished he opened one eye, gave me a weak but very sweet grin and whispered hoarsely a barely audible, "unbelievable . . . thank you", before smiling again and then closing both eyes as exhaustion overcame him.

It was then that the rain began to fall outside and the wind was blowing a near gale through the window and the curtains fluttered wildly. Before taking my position beside him in his bed I kissed Lanny, but this time instead of the forehead I kissed him squarely on the lips. I wondered if he could taste any trace of his own cum that might have remained on my lips. After a couple seconds and just before I broke that kiss, Lanny, who I thought had passed out dead asleep weakly kissed me back.

I vaguely remember all hell breaking loose outside as I was drifting off to sleep, but Mother Nature couldn't keep me from quickly falling Lanny and falling into a deep sleep. It had been a very big night; a great night; and we were exhausted. Morning came and presented an entirely different Bayou.

The room was very bright when I cracked an eye open to see what was going on. Lanny's window obviously had an eastern exposure and the sun, which must have just very recently crept above the horizon, bathed the room in a golden glow that was very different from the lightning storm that night.The crash of thunder and the roaring winds and heavy falling rain had been replaced by the sounds of the bayou that had awakened to a new day, all sorts of insects and birds and I dare not venture a guess what else.

I looked over at Lanny lying on his side of the bed. Even in his sleep, he had the biggest grin on his face. I figured he must have been dreaming and the sight of his big ol' pecker standing tall and pointing straight toward the ceiling gave me a pretty good idea what he was dreaming about; hopefully it was a replay of our wonderful times that night. Not being a morning person myself, I'd have normally rolled over and gone back to sleep, but I am a huge fan of morning sex and there was no way I could pass up the invitation that Lanny's rigid pole presented to me. So I sat upright and leaned over to place my mouth over the tip of Lanny's cock.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm", he murmured and the ever present grin on his face grew even wider.

I wondered if the little shit thought what he was feeling was all a part of whatever dream he may have been having.I peeled his pecker like a ripe banana and exposed the head which was already bright red instead of pretty and pink.

"OOOoooooooooooooooooooo", he cooed softly as my tongue slowly and lightly circled his sensitive trigger ridge.

"AhhhhhhHaaHaa", he moaned as I tongued that most senstive spot just on the underside of his pecker head which made his cock twitch and I saw the muscles flex in his abdomen. I wasn't sure if he'd been playing possum and was awake the entire time, but I sensed he was feigning sleep at that point.

"OHHHHH", he yelped as I followed up by lightly scraping my teeth over that same sensitive area under his head and he bolted partly upright into a sitting position in bed before crashing back down onto his pillow and giggling like a mischievous little imp.

"Good Morning, Lanny", I greeted him, leaning over to plant a kiss right in the middle of his forehead as I'd done the night before.

Lanny pushed me over and climbed on top of me. He kissed me full on the lips and this time he not only initiated that kiss; their was nothing weak about it.

"When do you have to leave for work?" I asked, dreading the answer I suspected was forthcoming.

Lanny glanced toward the bedroom window to peek outside and then anxiously looked at the watch on his wrist. The grin left his face for a second.

"Bout ten minutes ago", he announced a bit dejectedly. "Awwwwww Shucks", he drawled with his fanciful French accent, "It ain't like Ol' Remy is gonna miss me that much. I can still get there in time before we open up for bizness and that's when I really need to be there. See; in the mornin' I'm like the short order breakfast cook for any folks that come in lookin' for breakfast while Remy is gettin' his stuff ready for lunch and dinner.

Half the time I feel like I'm just in his way more than anything anyway waitin' for the first customers to come in for breakfast and that's usually just whoever's working at the Sheriff's office this mornin'. We can still make it in time to fire up the grill for breakfast if we leave in 30 minutes. I just hope Ol' Remy don't send the deputy out here to check up on me cuz I ain't there when I usually get there. That'll give both of us 'bout fifteen minutes to shower and get dressed."

"I've got a better idea", I announced. "Didn't you ever hear about showering with a friend to conserve water? It might give us a little extra time that way too", I grinned.

"Last one in's a mangy pole cat!" Lanny laughed as he ran for the bathroom.

As I suspected, Lanny confirmed that he'd never showered with someone else before. We each shampooed, lathered, rinsed and repeated to get things rolling and then I took the bar of soap and started to lather Lanny up from his neck down to his waist. He really loved the feel and luxuriated in my soapy hands all over his buddy. He still had a semi-chubby when I took his fat pecker in hand and soaped it up real good, carefully massaging his big, heavy nuts. By the time he was rinsed real good their was nothing semi about the condition of his cock. I took the bar of soap and ran it through the groove that separated his bubble butted cheeks a couple times before placing the soap in the dish and lathering up his sexy butt crack with my fingers.

That had Lanny's pecker bobbing up and down and if the water from the shower hadn't been spraying down the front of him, he'd probably have been dripping pre cum. I resisted to urge to finger his tight little pucker but just being in such close proximity had given me a raging boner that was doing a bit of a dance of it's own. I did sidle up against Lanny's back side and rub up against his irresistible butt.Because he was shorter than me my balls rubbed against the top part of his but crack and I tried to push my cock down to slide it into the crack of his butt but it was just too damn hard to comfortably point in that direction.

So, I bent my knees and let my cock slide upward between Lanny's soapy cheeks, taking care to not present the immediate threat of my trying to bone his naked butt which I was afraid would have been moving much too fast for Bayou Boy. Lanny was cooing, and moaning and groaning as I fucked the crevice separating his butt cheeks and got my cock as soapy as his butt.

Realizing that our time was running short, I reluctantly withdrew my slick cock from Lanny's lathered crack. Pointing out the lack of time available to us, I suggested that the most economical way the utilize what time we still had might be for Lanny to jerk off while we finished showering and while I licked and sucked his balls and rimmed his sexy bubble butt; promising that I'd be sure to finish him off by mouth when he got close enough and swallow one last load of his salty, sweet jizz.

I could barely hear the sound of the water from the shower with all the noise Lanny was making. I wasn't sure if that was mostly because of his stroking that big ol' pecker or me eating his ass and sucking on his big nuts. Our division of labor worked very well as long as Lanny kept his sexy body between me and most of the shower spray, but at one point he leaned forward and braced himself against the wall with his left hand while pulling his pecker with the right. That sent the spray from the shower head over his shoulder and great sheets of water cascaded down his back. With me on my knees and my face buried up his butt I thought I was going to drown and had to keep spitting water as a lucked and munched between his mounds of flesh.

Almost much too soon (I think I warned you that I'm very fond of eating a nice ass) Lanny announced that he was getting close. He turned around to face me and I took his pecker into my mouth and swallowed that gloriously fat cock as far into my throat as my gaping jaws would allow.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . . . . UHHHHHHHHH . . . UhHuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . . . UHHHHHHHHHHH!" he moaned.

I slid slowly back and forth along the length of his cock or at least as much of it as his thickness would allow me to accommodate.

"OOOOOOOOOooooooooo . . . Ahhh . . . OOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooo!" he cooed, which warned me that he was getting close. "OH YEAH . . . SUCK THAT PECKER . . . YOU WANT MY LOAD, DON'T YA? OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooo!"

"OHHH . . . OHH . . . OHH!" Lanny grunted and groaned his growing urgency.

I reached behind him and pushed on the lever to shut off the shower head, diverting the running water into the tub from the faucet. Yeah, I wanted Bayou Boy's load one last time, and I sure as hell didn't want it all watered down.

"OHHHHH . . OHHHHH . . G . GET . GETTIN' . OHHHHHHH . . . OHHHHHHH . . . G . GONNA . OHHHHHHHHHH . . . OHHHHHHHHHH . . ."

I made a ring with my thumb and my index finger. They wouldn't reach all the way around Lanny's shaft at the very base of his shaft so I gripped it up a little further. I started sliding his pecker in and out of my mouth much more rapidly, both of us being in tune with our growing mutual urgency. I paused briefly with little more than the head of that boy's pecker between my lips and jabbed and flicked at his most sensitive parts while at the same time bringing my left hand up to massage and caress his big, heavy baby makers. Then I started taking as close as I could to the full length of his pecker in long, rapid strokes, right down to wear my finger and thumb ringed his fat shaft I felt like a jockey who had gone to the whip, urging his horse down the home stretch toward the finish line as I sucked for all I was worth.

"OHHHHHHHHHH . . GETTIN' . . OHHHHHHHHHH . . CLOSE . . OHHHHHHHHHH . . GONNA . . OHHHHHHHHHH . . . CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM . . AYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Lanny howled.

He grabbed my head in both his hands. The heel of his hands squashed my ears in his tight grip and his fingers stretched to wrap around toward the back of my head, giving him the leverage he needed to plunge his pecker in and out of my face as rapidly as he could. Not content to just hold my head captive and ram his fat cock in and out of my mouth and down my throat as fast as he could, Lanny brought his hips into play and proceeded to fuck my face with great gusto.

"AYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" he howled again.

"If his ejaculation began as the one I'd witnessed with my own two eyes the night before had with the POP . . POP . . POP and the three little squirts I missed that part. The first time I knew that Lanny was cumming was after his pecker swelled to even greater proportions I suddenly felt my mouth balloon as it felt instantly inflated by Lanny's explosion of cum. I swallowed as fast and as hard as I could but I still choked a little and some of his sweet cream escaped my lips and oozed down my chin as he continued pistoning his pecker in and out of me and shot round after round of jizz.

"AWWWWWW YEAH . . . EAT THAT LOAD . . . SUCK MY PECKER . . . SWALLOW IT . . . AWWWWWWWW!" he ordered.

When Lanny finally quit squirting, he didn't release his hold on my head. He kept his pecker embedded between my lips. He wiggled his butt and swished his pecker around my crowded oral cavity as much as the little space permitted. When he withdrew to leave only the head of his pecker between my lips, I knew what he wanted. I darted my tongue into the folds of his foreskin, seeking the last remnants of the cream he's just shot. When I could find no more, I tightened my lips around the tip of his pecker and used them to push his foreskin back and expose his super sensitized head.

I licked lightly, barely touching and I worked over his two most sensitive areas; the trigger ridge just behind his pecker's head and that very sensitive spot on the underside of the very tip of his head. Technique is important but persistence is the key. This time Lanny knew exactly what the reward was and even though he still felt those conflicting urges, that battle between the agony and the ecstasy that worked together to move him toward another blissful ending, he was determined to see it through to a glorious conclusion. Lanny involuntarily withdrew his pecker a few centimeters but never let it leave my sucking and licking mouth.

He would sometimes push it in a little further; I suspect that was accidental as well. He rose up on his toes a couple times as the sweet agony made every muscle in his body tense and I had to steady him carefully to keep him from slipping in the wet tub. His body was hit by spasms on occasion as every nerve ending in his body must have felt like it was on fire. Through it all, Lanny muttered and sputtered; must of the sounds he made were unintelligible. I had a hand on each of his cheeks of that bubble butt and they suddenly turned steely hard as Lanny stretched up to balance on his very tippy toes like a ballerina. His eyes flew open wide and he threw his head back and howled one last time.

"AYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" he screamed.

His hand's tightened around my head and I thought he might pop it like a grape. His head was still thrown back and it really looked like some kind of wold or some other animal beying at the moon with him in that position and howling madly. I felt him squirt inside of me, it felt like three fairly good sized squirts that I swallowed greedily. He did kind of a little dance on the slipperly surface of the tub as he squirted and I mad sure that I held him firmly and securely until his super climax had subsided. When it was over, he went limp and nearly collapsed.

I guess he would have actually collapsed if I hadn't held him up, at least enough to slowly and gently lower him to the tub's surface so that he wouldn't get hurt. Supporting his weight, I followed him down into the tub and hugged him close to me as he lay there. He recovered pretty quickly. He smiled and then laughed at me, noticing the cum that still coated my chin from his first climax. He swiped at it with four fingers and gathered it onto his hand and then raised it to my lips for me to devour. I helped him to his feet.

I don't think I even realized how close I was; how urgent my own need to cum had become until Lanny had recovered and was standing in the tub again, facing me. My balls ached and my purple cock head felt like it was on fire. My cock bobbed wildly up and down, untouched. I felt like it might possibly start to shoot without any touching of hands, something it's never done before and it very well may have because I'd no sooner wrapped my fist around it before it started to spurt.

"CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMINGGGGGGGGGGGGG!" I screamed and I aimed my cock straight ahead where Lanny stood watching in disbelief as I fired volley after volley of hot, sticky cum onto his smooth, firm abs.

When I stopped shooting, I reached out my hand and rubbed my cummy mess into the skin of Lanny's midsection. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him to me, holding him in the longest and best hug we had shared during our time together. I never wanted to let him go but I knew we were pushing the limits of our time before he had to be at work. So, I turned the shower head back on and sprayed the cum from his belly as I licked my fingers clean of my own cum that I had rubbed into him.

We hurriedly dried off and dressed. I dried Lanny with the one towel we had to share and he ran into the bedroom to get dressed. By the time I got dried off and ran to the bedroom, he was dashing out the door and starting the car. I only had time to step into my briefs and pull on my jeans. Grabbing the rest of my clothes, I ran out the door and jumped into the waiting car where I tried to finish getting dressed, putting on my shirt and my shoes and socks during another harrowing mad dash back to the restaurant where we'd met the night before.

When we arrived at the restaurant, I regretted that we hadn't had the time, or taken the time to say good bye to each other in a little more caring and personal way. There in the broad daylight in the middle of the parking lot with Ol' Remy staring out the front door and the deputy walking across the street toward us we ha to settle for a discreet handshake and simple good bye before Lanny ran inside and I jumped in my car and started driving back toward New Orleans.

There was one last thing that Lanny said to me before he rushed into the restaurant. "I have a confession to make before ya leave, and I hope it don't bother ya none. I ain't Cajun. I'm Creole. Most folks don't know the difference and it's not important to nobody 'cept Cajuns and Creoles. I just thought ya should know.

It was a long ride back to New Orleans I can't begin to count how many times this big ol' grin just came over me. All the way back to the city I kept feeling this wonderful feeling of being stretched to the limit. I guess it could have been kind of said but it made me happy because it reminded me in such a positive and physical way of Lanny and how great it felt to be stuffed with the fat ol' pecker of his. It was like there was a phantom pecker still stuffing my ass full and it was a very good feeling.

As for my two asshole friends, when they saw me standing at their front door after I drove up to return their car, they simply gave me a knowing look and laughed hysterically at me.

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