Fantasy Man - 1 & 2
Fantasy Man - 1
Jon came by the office today. He came in, shutting the door, checking that it was locked. He was wearing his snugly filled jeans and a short loose exercise shirt that exposed his hard but smooth belly. In profile his long legs rose into the gentle curve of his appled ass. He told me that he had a problem, that he was in love with me. He asked me to get up and come to him. We held each other. Running my hand around him and up under his shirt I felt the strength in his back. He pressed his crotch into mine.
We grew hard together. I felt the smooth warmth of his face. I looked into his spirited eyes. He smiled. Our lips touched. I lightly licked his lips. His tongue slipped into my throat; my hand down his back and into his pants. I caressed his ass, sliding my fingers deep into his cleft. He pushed my head down to his waist, pulling me into his softness and hardness.
Spreading his legs slightly he pressed down into my face. I smelled the mustiness, licked his moistness. Gently I unzipped his fly, pushing my nose and mouth into his wine , pulling him to me as my hands cupped his marvelous ass. I licked his cock through his silk, it grew at my touch. pulled his briefs down below his balls. He pushed my head back, pressed his cock against my lips, and forced it deep into my throat. I gripped it with my throat, milking it, yearning to suck his come deep inside of me. I loved him so.
The plan was for Jon to move in with me. We went shopping together planning out some of the clothes he would need. First there was the underwear, thongs, briefs, cock socks. I wanted something that would show him at his delicious best. I made plans with a jeweler for a special silver ring, about the width of a thumb. Under his pants it would lift his balls and push his cock up and out, a ready invitation for a gentle cupping squeeze or a long thirst satisfying suck. But there would have to be a special ceremony for presenting him with this treasure.
Then there were the jeans and the shorts of all sorts. One of my favorites was a pair made with soft gray corduroy. There would be harder looks, but this number was perfect for giving the sense of a kind of soft dusky strength to Jon's wonderful legs and strong ass. I recall snuggling up into his ass, tracing his soft and smooth but strong thigh with my hand. Heaven! He would press his ass down into my face and I would worship, finally pulling down the veil covering this holy element, communing on his creamy warm bread.
I would divide it carefully and lick the length of the buttery
channel, stopping briefly to give special devotion to his immaculate wet hole.
Meanwhile he would masturbate into a silver altar goblet, turn and tip it into
my open mouth. Somehow his cum was transubstantiated in my mouth, into a
nourishing milk that made me feel at once one with him and yet subject to his
kind but mighty power. Holy! Holy! Holy! Jesus what a god! Holy to his glorious
fuck stick! Fuck holy, fuck holy, fuck holy to his omnipotent ass. It opens to
receive me, to make a dwelling for me. Fuck holy, fuck holy, fuck holy. Blessed
be the name of my love, Jon! Among the clothes we bought was a pair of skin-hugging black leather pants.
They were low-cut and had a striking silver zipper at the fly. One night we made
ready for the marriage ceremony. We had turned the bed into a kind of altar with
large candles at each corner and a mirror overhead. I put some Gregorian chant
on the CD player and donned my white and black robes, slit in front to the waist
for easy access to my cock. Jon entered the room dressed in his leather jeans,
shirtless, a single silver strand glistening on his delicate throat. He lay on
the bed, face up with a pillow under his ass so that his silver-zippered crotch
was thrust up. I approached him with the cock ring, gently pulled down his zipper so as to
expose his balls and already hard prick. Looking deep into his eyes, I tucked
his balls through the ring and pushed his cock down through as well, pulling the
ring down until his balls were pressed tightly against his cock. "Fuck
holy, Jon. With this ring I wed you, I express my eternal love, my worship of
your holy fuck power." He smiled at me and pulled my face into his
sweetness, rising rhythmically to fuck me deep in the throat. As he fucked me I
reached under my robe to find my cock. I masturbated as he fucked me. We
exploded together. I lay next to him, held him. We kissed for what seemed to be
an eternity. The sun was just rising as I woke up. Jon was nestled in my arms. I could
feel his warm nakedness against me, the curves of his body joined to my own. His
ass was pressed against my groin and I could feel my fuck stick hardening into
the cleft of his ass. Yet he continued to sleep. I moved to kiss him, first
gently on the cheek, then his mouth. I slowly kneaded his lips with my own and
his body began to stir. His chest rose and I moved my arm under his back so as
to draw him to me. As he rolled against me I could feel his hard cock rise
between my legs. I began to lick his delicate throat, lifting his arm and
tracing my moist tongue into the hollow under his arm. My other hand moved to
cradle his balls; I slipped my fingers carefully along the crack of his ass,
found his well and pushed a finger in. He groaned softly. "I love you so,
Jon." He smiled, pulled me to his lips and slipped his tongue down my
throat. I wanted him inside of me, completely. "Fuck me holy, Jon. Jesus
cum in my belly." We were alone at the beach, lying together under the warm sun. Jon was
wonderfully tanned, the color rising to cover his ass, exposed to the sun by the
wine colored French thong that barely covered his cock. His cock and balls were
gently lifted by the wedding ring that encircled them. He also wore a thin
silver chain around his throat. It glistened in the sun. As he lay on his belly
he spread his legs. I could see the light that ran down from his thigh up into
the cleft of his ass. We had not had sex since the night before and I started to
masturbate thinking that might hold me until we got home. Jon rolled over and smiled at me. He bent over and took me into his throat,
lovingly licking. I ran my hand through his soft hair as he rhythmically moved
up and down on my cock. I twisted around until I could bring my face into his
wine. Pulling down his thong I kissed lightly the head of his fuck stick. It was
already wet with cum and Ilicked the slit in his prick. But I wanted all of him
in me. I relaxed my throat and let his cock slip deep into me. I felt strangely
complete. He began to move his ass, pressing his cock back and forth into my throat. I
felt it slip along my tongue, lightly brushing my teeth. Somehow he knew just
what I needed. He began to fuck harder, to pummel my mouth as his ass delivered
the strong blows of his prick, nailing it deep in my throat. Finally he spilled
his juice into me. Glory what a fuck. Holy Christ-sucking Jesus what a fuck. His
cum was liquid love and I was consumed in its flow down my throat and into my
belly. For a moment I felt one with his strength, blessed with his agility. He
bent down and kissed me lovingly, deeply, endlessly.
Fantasy Man 2
The End
Among the clothes we bought was a pair of skin-hugging black leather pants. They were low-cut and had a striking silver zipper at the fly. One night we made ready for the marriage ceremony. We had turned the bed into a kind of altar with large candles at each corner and a mirror overhead. I put some Gregorian chant on the CD player and donned my white and black robes, slit in front to the waist for easy access to my cock. Jon entered the room dressed in his leather jeans, shirtless, a single silver strand glistening on his delicate throat. He lay on the bed, face up with a pillow under his ass so that his silver-zippered crotch was thrust up.
I approached him with the cock ring, gently pulled down his zipper so as to expose his balls and already hard prick. Looking deep into his eyes, I tucked his balls through the ring and pushed his cock down through as well, pulling the ring down until his balls were pressed tightly against his cock. "Fuck holy, Jon. With this ring I wed you, I express my eternal love, my worship of your holy fuck power." He smiled at me and pulled my face into his sweetness, rising rhythmically to fuck me deep in the throat. As he fucked me I reached under my robe to find my cock. I masturbated as he fucked me. We exploded together. I lay next to him, held him. We kissed for what seemed to be an eternity.
The sun was just rising as I woke up. Jon was nestled in my arms. I could feel his warm nakedness against me, the curves of his body joined to my own. His ass was pressed against my groin and I could feel my fuck stick hardening into the cleft of his ass. Yet he continued to sleep. I moved to kiss him, first gently on the cheek, then his mouth. I slowly kneaded his lips with my own and his body began to stir. His chest rose and I moved my arm under his back so as to draw him to me. As he rolled against me I could feel his hard cock rise between my legs. I began to lick his delicate throat, lifting his arm and tracing my moist tongue into the hollow under his arm. My other hand moved to cradle his balls; I slipped my fingers carefully along the crack of his ass, found his well and pushed a finger in. He groaned softly. "I love you so, Jon." He smiled, pulled me to his lips and slipped his tongue down my throat. I wanted him inside of me, completely. "Fuck me holy, Jon. Jesus cum in my belly."
We were alone at the beach, lying together under the warm sun. Jon was wonderfully tanned, the color rising to cover his ass, exposed to the sun by the wine colored French thong that barely covered his cock. His cock and balls were gently lifted by the wedding ring that encircled them. He also wore a thin silver chain around his throat. It glistened in the sun. As he lay on his belly he spread his legs. I could see the light that ran down from his thigh up into the cleft of his ass. We had not had sex since the night before and I started to masturbate thinking that might hold me until we got home.
Jon rolled over and smiled at me. He bent over and took me into his throat, lovingly licking. I ran my hand through his soft hair as he rhythmically moved up and down on my cock. I twisted around until I could bring my face into his wine. Pulling down his thong I kissed lightly the head of his fuck stick. It was already wet with cum and Ilicked the slit in his prick. But I wanted all of him in me.
I relaxed my throat and let his cock slip deep into me. I felt strangely complete. He
began to move his ass, pressing his cock back and forth into
my throat. I felt it slip along my tongue, lightly brushing my teeth. Somehow he
knew just what I needed. He began to fuck harder, to pummel my mouth as his ass
delivered the strong blows of his prick, nailing it deep in my throat. Finally
he spilled his juice into me. Glory what a fuck. Holy Christ-sucking Jesus what
a fuck. His cum was liquid love and I was consumed in its flow down my throat
and into my belly. For a moment I felt one with his strength, blessed with his
agility. He bent down and kissed me lovingly, deeply, endlessly.
The End
