Summer Lifeguard part 7

Peter took hold of the cheeks and sank his fingers into the flesh, leaving white marks where they had gripped. He spread the cheeks apart, holding them to the sides; he peered down at the tender pink button of quivering flesh nestled within.

J.J.’s hole had lost most of the soreness and irritation from the deep and repeated fucking given by Jerry and Danny, and now it was due for an even more demanding round of sexual abuse.
Peter held the cheeks spread tight so that pressure was exerted on the quivering little hole, which helplessly convulsed and contracted. To Peter, the little rosebud cried out for a fucking, and he was not about to ignore that cry. Peter picked up a bottle of lube, squeezed out a blob of grease on two fingers. He spread the cheeks, making J.J. moan from the handling, and holding them open, his fingers dipped into the bottom cleft and smeared the hole with lube.
The quivering asshole shivered as Peter’s long fingers smeared it with the grease, he pressed his fingertip against the hole, pushed it open and penetrated it with the two greased fingers.
J.J. stiff cock, sexually frustrated and burning with hot lust jumped as the full lengths of the fingers were inserted. Peter grinned wickedly, when he had buried his fingers and he began pushing them in and out, finger fucking the ass. J.J. moaned and lowered his head as the fingers were retracted from inside his ass. He tried to look behind him as Peter took some of the grease and massaged it onto the rod of his cock. His cock burned and throbbed as his fingers covered it with the oil.
He again sank his fingers into the flesh of the ass cheeks and pulled them apart, and the quivering asshole swam in grease. He clutched his cock; he aimed it at the tender target of J.J.’s asshole and put the hard rod between the cheeks until the head nuzzled the hole.
J.J. gasped and groaned as his asshole was pried open and plugged by the burning cock, and Peter felt his cock being clutched by the hot creamy ass. He moved his hips forward and shoved his cock in a little deeper and entered slowly and gently, but forcefully at the same time. The hard rod of the cock sank into the hole of J.J.’s ass and Peter grunted with satisfaction, sweat shining on his face. He let go of the cheeks, which shut closed and pressed against the shaft inserted between them and he began fucking, gliding in and out as shivers of delight shot through him as he pumped. He moved faster and faster, his balls slapping against J.J.’s when he thrust in deep.
J.J. was short of breath as the cock was pumped in and out of his hot, tight, sensitive ass, he let his head hang down, his mouth gaping open and his facial features scrunched up.
Peter rocked faster and faster, building up the sexual friction on his cock, and after what seemed like forever to J.J., Peter reached his peak of excitement. He put his cock deep into J.J.’s ass and kept it there, and shot his load, shot heavily. The man’s chest heaved, sucking in great gasping breaths of air, while he gasped from the incredible orgasm.
J.J.’s ass went rigid and rock hard when he felt the blast inside of him, his asshole gripped the cock in a vise like hold as his own cock erupted. He threw his head back and his entire body went rigid, and then he threw his hips forward as the orgasm overpowered him, masses of creamy white cum spurted from his cock and pumped over and over again, shot after shot landing on the floor beneath him. J.J. felt like his soul was being pulled right out of him, along with the masses of steaming cum which continued to spurt from his cock. Finally he gasped loudly and fell into a state of semi-conciseness and his body went limp from the intense power of an orgasm that came from so deep within him, and all without his cock ever having been touched.

J.J. continued to lie limply across the bar as Peter unbuckled the cuffs on his hands and ankles. When he was finished he went behind J.J., wrapped his powerful arms around the limp body and pulled J.J. to his feet. “Are you ok babe?” he asked J.J. “You sounded like I was trying to kill you!”
“Oh my God, Peter. What a way to go. I can see the headlines now, Death by Orgasm!”
J.J. laughed. “That was incredible; I can guarantee you that I’ve never had an orgasm like that before in my life!”
“Well, we’ll see about that. The night is still young!” Peter whispered to him. J.J. glanced at the clock in the living room and gasped in shock when he realized three hours had passed since Peter had first walked into the living room in his leather garb.

“I’m not sure that I can take anymore tonight.” J.J. sighed. “No more master tonight,” Peter laughed. And then he reached down and picked J.J. up like man rag doll and held him in his powerful arms and carried him into the bedroom.

“This time it’s your turn, I’m going to make love to you.” Peter said as he placed J.J. on the bed.
J.J. just looked at him as he crawled under the cool sheet. He watched as Peter carefully removed his leather gear. He watched Peter’s arms and back ripple and flex as he stripped. And after all he had just gone through, he felt his cock stir and begin to grow.
Peter walked back to the bed he reached over to J.J. and removed the collar from around his throat. “Thanks!” Peter said. “I’ve had the gear for awhile, but I wouldn’t call myself into leather really. That’s been a fantasy of mine for a long time and it was fantastic. I guess we’re even with fantasies now.”
J.J. just laughed and said, “Yes that was fantastic. So now I’m still one ahead of you, I’ve always dreamed of something like that happening so you can be into leather anytime you want. Just be sure to call me!”

And then J.J. held up the sheet as Peter crawled in next to him and slid over so that his head was nestled against J.J.’s chest. His arm went around J.J.’s waist as he slid up so that his mouth was right next to his. And he started to give J.J. a kiss on the lips. And then his mouth opened and his tongue was trying to get between J.J.’s lips. And then it was there, and J.J. was opening his mouth to let him inside. His tongue darted in, invading the mouth, exploring his teeth and his tongue and the roof of his mouth, exploring it carefully, and memorizing it.
J.J. grabbed Peter’s tongue with his mouth and started to suck, started to draw it in, started to feel a real hunger for him. And then Peter’s hand moved toward J.J.’s cock, playing with the skin along the way.
And the cock responded, started to rise up to meet his hand. And there were the first faint stirrings in his balls as Peter played with him gently. His hands were so very gentle, moving over J.J.’s body, caressing him, lulling him, and making him hot, making J.J. want him, want him so much.
Peter felt the cock carefully, felt it all over, as though measuring it, his touch light and gentle, teasing it, making it hotter and harder. His other hand was on J.J.’s chest, finding his nipples and pinching them until they were large and throbbing, then moving down to his stomach. And then going around and holding him tight, hugging J.J. to him, all while his hand glided slowly up and down the hard cock, barely touching it, just lightly teasing it.

Peter was trying to get his tongue back, not wanting J.J. to suck it, but he wouldn’t let go. They played tug-of-war in J.J.’s mouth until finally J.J. let him have his way, let go of Peter’s tongue and let him take his own, draw it into his mouth, where he started to gently suck it.
He was now being a slow, cautious lover with J.J., as though he was trying to lull him, as though he was trying to please him. And he was, Oh, yes – Peter was pleasing him. J.J. had never felt anything so soft and as gentle as Peter’s hand on his cock.

Peter let go of J.J.’s tongue and kissed him once, then moved his mouth down to J.J.’s neck. He kissed and sucked on it, moving his mouth around, leaving it all sticky and wet with his kisses, and then he moved down to J.J.’s chest. He moved around his chest, kissing every inch of it, pulling at the skin with his teeth, sucking gently on the nipples and making J.J. aware of the tongue and mouth all over his body. And then his hand moved to J.J.’s balls. He was clasping them gently, rolling them around in his hand, feeling their weight, judging their size, and getting them ready for what was to come.

J.J. relaxed and enjoyed it. If Peter wanted to make love to him, he wasn’t going to stop him. It was too enjoyable. His hands were like magic, his hands and his mouth.

And then Peter’s mouth moved down until it was pressed into J.J.’s stomach, kissing him there, and his hand was moving back, between his legs, toward J.J.’s asshole, pulling at the hairs, exploring the opening, pinching the cheeks. It was as though Peter wanted to become familiar with every inch of J.J.’s body.
Peter’s head continued moving down. Slowly moving down, moving towards J.J.’s cock, wanting his cock, wanting to take it in his mouth, his hungry mouth, his soft gentle hungry mouth.
Peter began driving J.J. crazy with his slowness. He wasn’t used to this slowness, this gentleness, but he liked it. He could get used to it. He could get used to it very quickly.

J.J. moaned softly, and moved his body, trying to tell Peter to get there, to suck his cock, to bring him off, but he didn’t speed up a bit, he just kept on moving slowly all over J.J.’s body, smelling him, tasting him, becoming acquainted with him.

Peter reached for the area of J.J.’s cock and J.J. sighed in relief, but he bypassed it. He ignored it, and went down to J.J.’s thighs. He moved around now under the sheet so that his head was pointing toward the end of the bed. And he started kissing and licking and caressing J.J.’s thighs with his hands, making even that part of his body hot and tingling, and then paying attention to areas usually ignored - his knees, his calves, his ankles, even his feet. He kissed them all over and sucked on the toes. He sucked on them like he was sucking tiny cocks. Like he was enjoying it, like he couldn’t get enough of it. And it was turning J.J. on; everything Peter was doing was turning him on.
And then he finally moved back up. He moved back up to J.J.’s cock, and started exploring it with his tongue. He took the head and moved it around his face, feeling its texture against his skin. Sending shivers through J.J. as the head ran across his beard.

And then Peter stuck his tongue in the slit of the head and explored it, trying to push in deeply, almost trying to get inside of J.J.’s cock. And he was making J.J. so hot he could hardly stand it. He felt like screaming at Peter to suck his cock and get it over with.
But Peter went under the head and licked it all around, in a circle, then started to move down the shaft. He spent countless minutes licking it, licking it all over, over and over. Until it was wet and sticky and hot, so hot!

He nuzzled his face at the base of the shaft, licking the hair, sucking at the skin, and then moved his mouth to J.J.’s balls. Very gently he took one of them in his mouth and softly sucked on it, sucked it sweetly as though he was savoring it. Sucked it until J.J. was afraid that he would explode, but he held it in. He held it in with great effort. And then Peter moved to the other and did the same thing. Peter seemed so determined not to neglect and part of his lover, any part at all.
He sucked the balls, back and forth, until they were almost numb, he licked his way under the balls and started to move his lips towards J.J.’s ass.
J.J. began to moan as Peter held his ass up higher so it was easier for him to get at. Then he spread the ass cheeks with his hands, spreading them as wide as he possibly could, and then started to move his tongue across J.J.’s hole. First he flicked it back and forth, then licking and lapping along the cleft of his cheeks, sending shivers through J.J.’s entire body. Peter, stopping each time he returned to the hole to use his tongue like a small cock, fucking it in and out of J.J.’s ass.
Peter became so in tune with J.J.’s body, he knew that J.J. couldn’t take it any more and he moved his mouth back up to J.J.’s cock and, at last, took it in his mouth. J.J. arched his back and his cock felt like it had finally come home, finally found its place in the sun. If his manhood had ever felt hotter than at that moment, he didn’t remember when.

Peter took just the head of it into his mouth at first, sucking on it, pressing it tightly between his lips, gently nibbling on it with his teeth, then took a little more into his mouth. J.J. couldn’t stand it! He couldn’t stand the slowness, the suspense, the endless waiting for Peter to suck him off. But he loved the subtlety, the loving, and the unselfish erotic moves Peter was making.
But he couldn’t take it, and he thrust his cock up deeper into Peter’s mouth, trying to get him to take it all, but Peter just lifted his mouth off of it and waited until J.J. settled down, until he had once again regained total control. So J.J. tried to relax, and he tried to be patient. Oh God, it wasn’t easy…

Suck me, He silently begged Peter. Suck me – take it all in your mouth. Please suck my cock; you know how to do it. Come on, please, don’t keep me waiting any longer.
But he didn’t say a word. Shit, he was afraid to speak. He was afraid of breaking the spell that Peter had put on him. The whole thing began to seem unreal, like an out of body experience.
J.J. couldn’t even see him now. Peter was just something moving under the sheet, like some figment of J.J.’s imagination, some figure from one of his dreams. He didn’t seem real. He was just a mouth, a loving mouth, a gentle mouth, a soft mouth that J.J. longed to have devour him. But no, there were hands and there was flesh. Yes, burning hot flesh. Yes, he was real.

Peter was sucking on the head again, sucking it harder now, and starting to take the rod into his mouth very slowly, a little at a time. But at least it was entering his mouth now, and that made J.J. happy.
Peter was getting it wet with his tongue, grazing the sides lightly with his teeth, sliding it against the roof of his mouth, but not yet taking it into his throat.
And he could really suck; he had such power in that mouth, like he was born to have J.J. in his mouth. It seemed that Peter had such skill, and he was using all his skills on J.J., on his cock, on his hot piece of meat that was longing to embed itself in Peter’s throat, his hot waiting throat.
It was at the back of Peter’s mouth now, just waiting to be taken further. Waiting to be sucked into the void, the hot dark waiting void!
J.J. held his breath as he felt it being sucked in further, to the beginning of Peter’s throat. And then further yet, at last, it was hitting the end, banging at the back of his throat. And then the suspense was over, and the excitement began!

Peter got on his knees between J.J.’s legs and started to suck with fervor. J.J. didn’t have to watch the outline of Peter’s head beneath the sheet moving swiftly to know how fast he was sucking his cock. How fast, how hard and how well he was doing it.

Then J.J. finally pushed the sheet back, so he could see him, watch him. Peter looked up, into his eyes, they sparkled, and J.J. saw a hundred things, a hundred emotions in Peter’s eyes before he looked back down.

Peter took him deep into his throat, back until it could go no further, and then, when J.J. thought it was truly at the end, he would take it still further. Take it and gag slightly, yet still draw it in, draw it in deeper, until J.J. thought that it might disappear down his throat. Be sucked into a void and be lost to him forever. And he didn’t care.
All J.J. cared about was the way Peter was sucking his cock, the way he was making it feel.
J.J. felt like he was on a merry-go-round of never ending pleasure, and he never wanted to get off. He had caught the brass ring, gotten his wish. He was having things done to him that had never been done before. Never before had anyone taken such time with it. Never before had anyone made such an effort to please him. Never before had someone raised lovemaking to an art! And still Peter persisted. Long past the point where J.J. was completely satisfied, he still tried to draw the cock in further, still tried to suck it harder, still tried to suck it faster.
Until J.J. was dizzy with lust; and he was again drifting off into some semi consciousness where all he knew was sex. All he knew was the sensations that his cock was experiencing.
J.J. felt that he wasn’t a person anymore. He was just a cock, a hot, hard and pulsating cock. Just a cock!
Peter was driving him to such a state, bringing J.J. to such a state where he needed release. The sensations were too much to bear. He felt as though he would shatter soon if he was not allowed to cum. He needed it!
J.J. needed it and he was powerless to do anything about it. Peter was controlling him now; he was in charge of J.J.’s being. He sucked and he sucked, for endless hours it seemed. Then finally, as though Peter sensed that J.J. had reached his limits, Peter grabbed his balls. Grabbed them hard and clenched them with his hands, and J.J. felt himself begin to explode.

The impact was so great that J.J. saw thousands of tiny lights behind his eyelids, his hands grabbed the sheets and held tight as though he was about to be lifted into the air. J.J.’s back arched high and his hips came off the bed, driving his cock in deeper, piercing Peter’s throat. J.J. heard himself screaming out and he couldn’t stop himself.

He felt himself screaming as his cum shot up, and then out into Peter’s waiting throat, and Peter was sucking and swallowing, and making humming noises of contentment, and still J.J. went on screaming and cumming and his body was shaking and spasming and coming up off the bed. And Peter didn’t move his mouth from J.J.’s cock. Even when it had dwindled back down to normal size and lay spent in Peter’s mouth, still he kept it in, keeping it safe, keeping it warm. Peter lay there for the longest time, between J.J.’s legs, his head resting on J.J.’s thigh, and J.J.’s cock still in his mouth, resting like a baby with a pacifier in his mouth. And Peter waited, waited for J.J.’s breathing to return to normal.

Finally, Peter moved back up beside J.J., his head on J.J.’s chest. J.J. kissed Peter’s forehead and J.J. reached down to feel Peter’s hardness pressing on his leg.
But Peter stopped him, he took J.J.’s hand in his, and brought it to his mouth, he kissed the fingers, and said “Not now babe, there’s plenty of time. Just hold me and go to sleep!” J.J. was too exhausted to fight him, so J.J. rested his head on Peter’s chest. Peter’s massive arms tight around J.J. and they fell asleep instantly.

To be continued…