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Pleasuring Stan
By Randodo (randodo@yahoo.com)

***

Just a story about a man, myself, pleasuring another 
man that I really like as a friend with a cock I really 
love. (MM, oral)

***
 
Now Stan, I should perhaps mention, is a bit older than 
me and of a build that most folks would just call 
skinny. But that beauty that he hosts between his legs 
is without a doubt the fattest part of his body. It is 
long, thick and when fully aroused, a state I take such 
joy in bringing about, stands proudly straight out with 
a graceful upward bend. It is really a thing of beauty. 
I know, I haven't seen a cock that I didn't think had 
its beauty, they are all beautiful, all colors and 
sizes. But his is one of the ones I see when erotic 
memories flood my mind. 

I was in Stan's town to do some work and he had invited 
me for dinner and had offered me a place to stay for 
the night. After the wonderful dinner that he had 
prepared, he said he was going to go have a shower and 
I should just make myself comfortable and feel like I 
was at home, but I followed him to the bathroom to see 
if he needed anything, like a back scrub, or really, 
pretty much anything. 

After there was no question that his back was clean I 
told him that since he had prepared such a wonderful 
meal, the least that I could do would be to save him 
the trouble of washing his ass and genitals. It wasn't 
a chore at all and I was soon totally immersed in being 
completely dedicated to being a living loofa, caressing 
and cleansing and rinsing every part of his personal 
parts. Not a millimeter of his ass or the cleft between 
his buns, or that mystical area between his scrotum and 
anus was left without being washed, rinsed, kissed and 
licked by my worshiping hands, lips and tongue. I then 
led him out of the shower, carefully dried his body and 
suggested that he go out to the living room and make 
himself comfortable in his favorite chair. 

Naked, we both go out to the living room and as he 
settles into his chair, I kneel on the carpet in front 
of his chair and begin stroking his feet and legs. I 
push my palms upward on the top of his thighs and then 
stroke the outer sides of them back down towards me. I 
part his legs and begin to lick up and down the insides 
of first one leg and then the other. 

Shortly Stan begins to moan with pleasure and says that 
after the meal and shower he already feels so good that 
it probably should be against the law. From my place on 
the floor I smile up at him and say that if I have 
anything to do with it, he is going to do nothing but 
feel better and better as long as I can be there 
between his legs. I want to simply make him feel as 
good as possible for as long as possible and tell him 
he needs to do nothing other than relax and let me take 
care of giving him pleasure. The only thing I wanted 
other than the chance to make him feel wonderful was 
for him to make sure that when he came to the point of 
climax, to please try to insure that his beautiful cock 
was in my mouth so that I could be rewarded with the 
taste of his precious ejaculate. 

Then other than some moans from him and kissing, 
licking and sucking sounds made by me everything is 
quiet as we both drift into a state of sheer pleasure. 
He is enjoying the feeling of being completely loved 
and worshiped and I become a being whose only reason 
for existing is to make this man feel like the most 
important and special being on the planet. 

I lick along his inner thighs and then with my tongue, 
gently lick the crease on each side where his scrotum 
meets his leg. Gradually I raise his legs so that my 
lips and tongue can go beyond his legs and lick and 
kiss his buttocks. He puts his legs over the arms of 
the chair and scoots forward, giving me more and more 
access to his ass and the cleft between his buttocks. 

I feel like I can continue licking and kissing the 
smooth skin of his ass till the sun comes up the next 
day, at least. He is obviously enjoying everything as 
much as I am, although that seems almost an 
impossibility. Eventually the little puckered bud 
between his butt cheeks is over the edge of the chair 
and I am beginning to gently probe his asshole with my 
moist tongue. Deeper and deeper my tongue probes and 
then I pull it out and lovingly kiss each of his buns 
and pull his thighs tightly against my head with my 
arms.

Because of the shower and the thorough job I did 
cleaning all his parts, his ass is squeaky clean. 
That's nice, but if it wasn't, I'd still be lavishing 
my love on him with my tongue. Even if he had to go to 
the bathroom, I most likely would have begged him to 
stay, comfy in his chair, while I, his dedicated slave, 
lovingly dealt with anything liquid or otherwise that 
his body might produce. I am in a space where anything 
that should come from his body would be received as a 
precious gift.
 
After thoroughly exploring all of the inside of his ass 
that I can reach, I lick my way to his ball sac from 
the back. There I make sure that not a square 
millimeter of his wrinkled sac hasn't been bathed in my 
hot saliva. Just in case I missed a spot I go over and 
over, swirling my always moist tongue around the unique 
and wrinkly, sensitive skin covering his balls. One at 
a time, I gently put each ball into my hungry mouth and 
gently massage it with my tongue and against the roof 
of my mouth. First one ball, then the other, I could 
stuff them both in, or try, but tonight isn't for feats 
or challenges. Tonight is about using my whole body and 
mind and spirit to make him feel as good as I can. 
Apparently I'm having some success, if his soft moans 
of pleasure are any indication.
 
I'm teasing both of us by paying no attention to that 
gorgeous cock, except for gently lifting it up and away 
to better get at various crevices, like the one when 
his scrotum ends and the base of his steadily 
stiffening man-root. I know it is there, and I want to 
engulf it with my mouth, but there will be time for 
that, I'm not ready to abandon these other nether 
erogenous zones yet. This procrastination just builds 
the sexual tension in us both.
 
I decide that I want to be nice to his asshole again 
before I give in to the desire to swallow his now fully 
erect, complete with straining upward curve, cock. His 
magnificent hunk of meat is looking better to me in my 
lust than a 12 course meal to starving man. I know that 
once I wrap my lips around this cock, I won't be likely 
to let it back out until it has spewed man juice down 
my hungry throat and slowly shrunk to its smaller size, 
cozily ensconced in the warm moist confines of my 
happy, happy mouth. 
 
Soon his legs are over his shoulders, feet touching the 
wall behind his easy chair while my tongue probes, 
trying to touch his prostate. I reach above my head to 
stroke his cock. I stretch out on the rug, two hands 
stroking his cock, tongue buried in his rectum and 
grind my own cock into the floor as if I was fucking 
mother earth herself.
 
Now I just have to lick my way over his sac and along 
the bottom of the cock I feel so lucky to worship and 
open my lips to receive the tip. I kiss the cap and 
lick some drops of pre-cum from the slit. I kiss the 
head of his cock all over and tell it (without 
words)that right now it is my reason to live. 

I start plunging part way down the root, and then back 
up until I can only give the tip another hot kiss. Then 
back down, taking more cock into my mouth each time 
before sliding it back out to kiss the tip or swirl my 
tongue around the handsome cap. Each time my lips get 
closer and closer to his groin until my nose is buried 
in his bristly pubic hair. There I stop, freeze time 
and just let his fully engorged cock be fully engulfed 
in my welcoming mouth. 
 
I feel like my whole body is one big cunt, put on earth 
to service and pleasure this man's cock. Every muscle 
exists to help move my head so that my lips can give 
him the pleasure I so desperately want him to enjoy. He 
is obviously having fun too, though he couldn't be 
having anymore than me. He begins involuntarily 
thrusting in and out of my mouth, essentially fucking 
my face. He isn't ravaging it though or being forceful. 

We get into a rhythm together, him thrusting, me 
sliding my wet lips up and down his glistening shaft. 
Every now and then I pull completely off, and move my 
head back enough to gaze with wonder and joy at the 
specimen of manhood that is fucking my mouth with such 
authority. But I can't sit and look at it for long, as 
beautiful a sight as it is. I am too hungry to have it 
back between my lips, and he is just as anxiously 
trying to put it back into its cozy love nest. 
 
Sometimes I even take a moment to spread his legs, 
gripping the inside of his thighs and lick all those 
crevices I've already kissed and licked earlier. But 
never for long, his cock feels naked and alone now if 
it isn't in my mouth for more than thirty seconds or 
so. And I am so ravenous to have it back where it 
belongs. 

Sometimes I on my knees before him and sometimes I'm 
flat on my belly, cock mashed into the rug, its 
hardness an outward sign of the excitement I'm feeling 
being this man's cock slave for the night. 

Sometimes I make him back into the back corner of the 
chair as I devour and increasingly rapidly slide his 
cock in and out between my lips, always adding extra 
action to the frenum and bottom with my tongue. 

At times he literally lifts me off my belly forcing me 
back to my knees as he almost rises completely out of 
the chair to a standing position. As he sits back down 
into the chair, my lips clamp tightly around his shaft, 
determined to not let go and follow this sumptuous 
feast where ever it might go, as if it were the only 
thing keeping me alive. 

This goes on for what seems like forever or just a 
split second in time. I'm in a space where there is no 
time, there is no world other than this man and his 
wonderful cock that he has been so kind to share with 
me. His cock is the only universe I know. Indeed, I 
don't even feel like I'm all cunt to serve his cock 
anymore. It's as if I am an extension of it, actually a 
part of his cock that serves to give him pleasure. 
Where he ends and I begin is hard to tell, but it's 
somewhere in the back of my throat where the ever 
quickening rhythm of his cockhead hitting my throat is 
the only rhythm that matters or exists. 
 
For awhile, each time I can feel his cock start to 
twitch, warning me of an impending ejaculation, I am 
able to control my self and slow the pace, or lift my 
head away for a moment to revel in the beauty of this 
spit polished glistening shaft that is seconds away 
from erupting into multiple spurts of cum. Eventually, 
as all good things have to end someday, his cock begins 
to twitch in earnest and instead of backing off I bear 
down on the shaft. He also is at the end, his hands 
authoritatively grabbing my head as he begins to 
control the action and give my happy lucky mouth a real 
fucking. 

Finally with the head buried in my throat as far as it 
can go, we are locked in a seemingly eternal bliss and 
spurt after spurt of cum races out of his slit and into 
my eager throat. After the fourth or fifth pulse, each 
accompanying another shot of man juice, I am able to 
slide my head back far enough on his prick so that I 
can savor the feel and taste of the last few spurts. 

I feel almost weak with pride and joy that Stan would 
be willing to spill his seed into my by now well fucked 
mouth, his mouth really, nothing more than a thing 
created for no reason other than to serve at the 
pleasure of his wonderful cock. If he should want to 
fuck my mouth for another hour or day to come yet 
again, I will stay where I am, as long as his cock 
finds the slightest pleasure or distraction, my mouth 
belongs to his cock. If it were possible and he wanted 
it, I would live inside his pants so his cock could be 
permanently sheltered behind my smiling lips. 
 
Some men are frustrating (this is just a minor beef, 
and they can't help it) because their cock becomes 
super-sensitive immediately after they come, so they 
have to pull this wondrous thing that has almost become 
a part of me out of my mouth, and I don't really want 
to relinquish it quite yet. 

I guess I want it to still be a part of me and in me, 
as we both gradually catch our breath and return to the 
normal world. Luckily Stan isn't one of these men, so I 
just lay my head on his thigh, and gently cuddle his 
cock with my tongue as it slowly diminishes in size. 

Eventually I let his now much smaller but thoroughly 
satisfied, for now, member slip from my lips. I gently 
kiss the insides of his thighs, his balls and dick 
making sure I lick clean any stray drops of cum that 
managed to escape my lips. He is very relaxed and for 
the moment, thoroughly satisfied, and I'm feeling like 
I must be on some wonderful drug. Thank goodness 
though, this is only temporary and I'll be able to once 
again serve and love and please this man and his 
gorgeous prick. 

Later tonight I will sleep curled up between his legs, 
feeling so warm and cozy with one of his legs on either 
side of me and his now soft and cuddly cock next to my 
face because I'm using the inside of one of his thighs 
as my pillow. Sometime in the middle of the night I 
will awaken and once again bring his cock to life and 
make it spill its seed into my hungry, hungry mouth. 

This time is completely different, slow, unhurried and 
almost dreamlike. It's like a dream we both have in the 
dark of the night, he doesn't even come entirely awake. 
But his cock awakens and rises and climaxes almost on 
its own with the help of my loving ministrations. But 
that's another story for another day.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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