by Kris Klein
“You prick!” he yelled. “You’re stronger than I thought!”
“Your turn!” I shouted back, then swam off with the ball under my own arm, body cutting through the water away from PJ…but he was stronger and more muscular—and a better swimmer, catching up to me in no time. We were chest high in the water now, wrestling for possession of the ball, me refusing to let go as he splashed water in my face and tried pushing my hands away…none of it working until PJ dived back under the water, out of my line of sight…
Before I felt his long fingers at my waist, yanking my tiny blue swimsuit down my ass—then off my body. He yanked it from my kicking legs as I shouted in surprise, forgetting the ball as I turned around in the water, butt-naked now, trying to see where he and my swimsuit had gone…
When the water in front of me burst upward, and there he was—bobbing in the water almost nose to nose with me, my Speedo high above his head in one hand.
“Now we can really play keep-away, jackass!” he yelled, smiling and waving my swimsuit in the air like a flag.
“You fucker!” I yelled, laughing. I was embarrassed and shocked—but also beyond turned on, my uncut cock standing straight up from my black bush of pubic hair in the water, almost flat against my belly.
“You wanna play that way?” I yelled back, lust driving me. “Okay—I can play dirty, too!” Then I dove under the water again, PJ yelling and trying to swim away from me.
I was determined—and his suit was bigger, and much more baggy, easy to grip. I managed to latch onto one of the long legs of his trunks, pulling hard as I dove underwater and saw PJ trying for dear life to hanging onto his suit with one hand—my Speedo still in the other as he kicked hard, trying to swim away from me. I pulled harder, and the red nylon suit suddenly came off his round ass in one smooth motion. The rest was easy, my dick actually hurting as I yanked harder, the trunks sliding cleanly off of PJ’s hard body, past those muscular legs as his body thrashed toward me…and I caught sight of a long, pink-brown, juicy-looking cock close to eight inches in length, already rock-hard.
He was treading water in front of me now, waiting for me to pop up with his trunks—which were now lying on the bottom of the pool, I was so aroused and stunned by the sheer beauty of his physique. Without even thinking, as PJ swam right in front of me, I kicked over to him under the water and—before he could swim away—wrapped my fingers around his hardening prick, pulling on it as it grew even longer and harder in my hand.
He jumped at first—but didn’t stop me, instead wrapping his powerful legs around my waist as I continued stroking his cock underwater. I was almost out of air by now, lips trembling as struggled to hold my breath, but I couldn’t stop—his body was so hard and beautiful, his cock just as flawless…and the fact his legs were wrapped around me, holding me to him, only proved he enjoyed what I was doing.
He was fully hard, about nine inches, when I had no choice but to break the surface again, mouth open and gasping for air as PJ’s legs finally released me. He was still swimming right before me in the water, but the smile was gone now—his face serious, but not angry.
“Where are my trunks?” he asked, treading water in front of me, so close now we could have touched noses.
“I—I don’t know,” I replied. “At the bottom of the pool, I guess.”
Then I jumped, gulping in water, as I felt PJ’s fingers grip my own throbbing erection.
“So you could do this?” he asked, voice soft as his right hand began stroking my cock under the water.
“If not…if not more,” I replied, breathless now.
He grinned, smile cocky, his eyes lit up with something devilish in mind. My swimsuit was still in his left hand, PJ now dangling it in front of my face as his right hand still milked my cock underwater.
“Open,” he said, gesturing with his chin toward my parted lips. I did as I was told, and PJ stuffed my own Speedo into my mouth, stuffing it in crotch-first until only part of the waistband protruded from my lips—my cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk storing nuts for the winter.
“Come on,” he said, letting go of my cock to pull me by the hand through the water—face still serious.
We climbed out of the pool at the shallow end, using the steps as PJ lead me over to the pair of padded deck loungers where we’d thrown our white towels—our bodies nude and dripping water, glistening under the harsh afternoon sun. Spreading out the towel I’d brought from the house on one of the loungers, PJ motioned for me to lie down on it, on my back, my mouth still stuffed with my tiny swimsuit. I didn’t bother to hide my cock now, so rigid and pressed up against my flat, brown belly as pre-cum oozed from the head.
He stood before me, stroking his big piece and staring down at where I lay on the deck chair.
“This what you want?” he asked, looking from me to his cock and back into my eyes again. His hard, lean body was dappled with water, dark hair shaggy and wet and hanging down into his eyes again. “You want some dick up your ass?”
A wave of pure lust swept through my body, making me light-headed. For four years my one and only lover had been Brian. Only now did I realize—truly realize—how much time I’d wasted on him, when there were guys like this around. “Ymph,” I said, trying to talk through my Speedo.
“Just nod your head, Jaime,” PJ replied. He licked his lips with a fat, pink tongue, smiling like the devil again. “So you want me in your ass…or not?”
Biting my lip, the wind chilling my wet body but the look in PJ’s eyes making me shudder even more, I nodded.
He grinned, climbing onto the end of the lounger as I spread my dark, hairy legs wide. “I was kind of hoping you’d say that; I haven’t fucked my girlfriend in over a week, and my balls are as blue as your Speedo.”
PJ spotted something over my shoulder then and stepped of the lounge chair, going behind me. “Perfect,” I heard him say—then he was coming back around, in my line of sight, a life preserver with “S. S. Titanic” printed on it that had been mounted on the wall behind us clutched in his long fingers.
As I watched, he ripped the nylon cords from the lifesaver, and used them to tightly—and roughly—bind each of my wrists to the arm of the lounger they’d been resting on. I had to slide down a bit on the chair to even make myself comfortable, the cords cutting into my skin otherwise. I whimpered in pain as he knotted the last knot at my left wrist.
“Aww, that hurt Jaime?” PJ asked, grinning. “Sorry, buddy, but I don’t want you able to get away until I’m done with you. Besides,” he added, motioning toward my stiff-as-a-board boner, still pressed up against my belly, “you can’t be hating it too much.”
He pulled my cock up, to about a ninety-degree angle, then let it go to smack hard against my stomach again. I grunted through my swimsuit gag, the pain brief but way too intense, and watched as pre-cum oozed from my cock.
“Thought so, motherfucker,” he replied, then climbed back up onto the end of the lounger, grabbing my ankles and spreading my legs wide. “Hold ‘em up,” PJ ordered, pushing on my legs until my knees were into my chest.
I did so, hunkering down even more on the lounger. I could feel my ass spreading, exposing my tiny asshole even as the nylon cords chafed even more into my wrists.
“Hot ass,” PJ murmured, stroking his cock—which had grown close to nine fat inches by now—as he stared at my ass. “Never fucked ass, before, much less a hairy ass.”
He licked his lips again, shuffling closer on his knees, the lounger groaning under our combined weight. I watched him, mesmerized, as he worked up a mouthful of spit—then opened his thick lips and let it dribble, white and thick, out of his mouth and onto his cock. Stroking it into his prick, PJ inched closer and pressed the fat mushroom head of his prick up against my asshole. Grabbing my ankles again, he draped my feet over his shoulders, leaned over on top of me, and stared me in the eye—sadistic grin back on his face.
“This may hurt a little,” he said sarcastically, then inhaled and thrust his stron
g hips into me, his oversized cock ramming about halfway into my ass with one vicious stroke.
“Mmpgh!” I screamed through my gag, teeth chomping down on my Speedo as my brain exploded and my eyes squeezed shut. My vision went black as the pain tore from my violated asshole throughout my entire body in seconds. My arms and legs went rigid as my dick, wrists shooting pain as I tried in vain to pull my bound hands off the armrests of the lounger to push PJ away. I was thrashing on the chair — as much as I could thrash, under his weight and strength, and with my restraints — body bucking like a fish on a deck, my knees bent so my feet could plant themselves on PJ’s shoulders as I tried to push him off me…but he was too strong.
“Get used to it!” he yelled, over the gagging noises and screams I was making through my swimsuit. “Relax and get used to my dick—you wanted this, and I ain’t goin’ nowhere, man.”
He leaned closer, pushing in more, and my right foot slipped from his shoulder. Grabbing it, PJ brought my brown, stubby toes to his mouth and began to suck—my big toe thrusting into his mouth as my tear-filled eyes opened in time to see it happen. His lips wrapped around my toe, sucking hard, and I could feel his tongue licking and lapping around it in his wet, warm mouth. Watching him, the pain in my ass started to lessen…even as PJ thrust even harder, watching me watching him with my foot in his mouth—as his tongue and lips began to work over and around each of my toes, slurping and sucking them all the way into his mouth and making them gleam with spit in the sunshine.
It was so hot, so fucking hot watching my dark little toes being sucked on by the hottest straight boy I’d ever met, and I started to relax at last, feeling PJ’s cock stuffing my hole to capacity now, all the way inside me…but now it was like tasting heaven while still alive. My legs were cramping—wrists still chafing under the tight nylon cords—but as PJ began fucking me, pulling almost all the way out before hammering inside me again, none of it mattered anymore.
The toes of my right foot— eight-and-a-half in size—were now all in PJ’s mouth, his lips stretched wide even as I could feel his tongue lapping in between them. It felt amazing, so fucking hot, and between that and his slow fucking in and out of my ass, I couldn’t take it anymore—and my dick blew, still standing up against my belly as it erupted with thick blasts of white-hot jizz catapulting from my dick as if shot out of some porno cannon.
“Holy shit!” PJ whispered, my foot popping out of his mouth as he watched my cock blow, the thick wads of cream slashing up and across my stomach, chest and neck—the first jets of jizz arcing high and flying past my body to strike me in the cheek and eyes, my own shit even landing in my hair. I had never come so much in my life, my orgasm never more potent as my teeth ground together against my Speedo, my cries muffled as my dick kept spewing wad after wad from my pisshole as PJ knelt before me, his cock still in my ass, mouth open as he watched in fascination.
Holy God, my mind moaned, even as I tried to say it through my gag. At long last, after what seemed like over five minutes of coming, my dick sputtered its last few droplets of cum from my balls, and I was spent at last. My entire torso was coated in white man-snow, creamed with my seed even as PJ began running the fingers of his right hand through it, smearing it all over my golden-brown skin.
“Fuck, that was hot,” he murmured. “But I know how to make it even hotter.” He smiled wickedly, pulling his cock from my ass. “I’m gonna fuck you with your own load, man.”
My eyes flew open again—and as I watched, PJ began scooping all the cum from my chest and gut, my stuff dribbling from his fingers as he applied it all to his rigid nine-inch pole, PJ lubing his cock up and down its entire length with my jizz…the purple-red head of his prick looking like it had been painted in icing as he smeared my semen all over it.
Then, without warning, he adjusted my legs back over his shoulders and thrust in again, his sticky right hand guiding his prick…those strong, mean hips of his slamming that entire cock inside me again, once he found my hole. I grunted, head slamming back against the woven plastic of the lounger, and thought I could taste myself—my pre-cum—on the crotch of my Speedo, even as PJ began pummeling my ass with his cock…fucking me with my own jizz as his big dick forced it all up my hole.
“You like that, amigo?” he asked, laughing. He stretched out full-length on my smaller body now, balls slapping my ass as he began pounding me, in and out, hammering my ass harder and harder with each thrust. “You like my big dick fucking your ass?”
I nodded, eyes squeezing shut again. His cock seemed to fill me, tearing up my insides as he built his speed and energy more. The lounger was creaking beneath us, squeaking and squealing as PJ braced his hands on top of my bound wrists for leverage and began pounding inside me even more. I could feel beads of sweat fall from him and into my face, all over my body where my leftover cum was already drying, as PJ continued pumping in and out of my ass, so far now I didn’t know where he was finding the energy, the 19-year-old straight boy—son of my new landlord—humping my ass like a crazed dog fucking away inside some bitch in heat. I was moaning out loud now, through the wet gag of swimsuit, head twisting on the chair until I suddenly felt the Speedo being yanked from my mouth.
“Tell me to fuck you,” PJ ordered, slapping me gently on the cheek. “Tell me you want it.”
“Fuck me,” I whispered, feeling his cock possess my ass as I clenched my butt muscles around his dick, his ramming in and out of my hole seemingly without end. I worked my lips, trying to get some feeling back into my mouth after being stretched so long on my gag. “FUCK ME,” I hissed, teeth grinding as he stayed inside me now and began hitting my hole with short, hateful jabs telling me he was close to coming. “Oh yeah, man—harder—come on PJ, fuck meeeeeeee…”
It felt so fucking fantastic, PJ’s cock filling my ass, stretching my sphincter wide as he jackhammered in and out of my hole…and with a few more short, painful jabs—PJ moaning into my ear as his sweat-soaked face hovered inches above mine—I suddenly felt his weight lift from body. My eyes flew open again, eyebrows scrunching in pain as PJ yanked his cock out of me with his right hand, his left grabbing both my feet by the toes and shoving them toward my face, my knees bending and pressing into my chest as his big hand held my feet high.
“I’m coming—fuck, I’m coming!” he yelled, loud enough even for the neighbors to hear…and I opened my eyes in time to see PJ point his cock downward, straight at my hairy asshole, as the first jets of jizz spewed from his piss-slit. They hit my sticky, open sphincter straight on, coating the hair there, hitting my hole with the force of a water gun as I felt his sticky jizz dribbling down my buttcrack…and then my ass, legs, balls and flaccid cock were being sprayed with PJ’s cum, his steamy white cream blowing in long curls of white out of his perfectly-aimed cock, PJ pulling hard to milk his nuts and make sure his thick jizz would cream my hole—and everything around it—in white.
He was grinding his teeth together now, head arched back as his right hand pumped the last of his jizz onto me. Only when his balls were bone-dry, PJ sure they contained no more, did he grunt and smack his cockhead against my ass—right below my balls—to tap the last of his gravy onto my darker skin, splattering it in white.
“Fuck!” he yelled again, uncaring about the neighbors, letting go of both his dick and my feet at the same time. My cramped legs straightened out at last, to fall on either side of him as he remained kneeling on the lounger…as PJ, exhausted, fell to land on top of me, knocking the air from my body.
“Sorry,” he whispered, his hands rubbing up and down my body, handsome face nuzzling in my neck. “Christ, you’ve got a hot ass.”
I smiled weakly, sleepy-eyed. “I hope it still is, after what you’ve done to it.”
He looked up at me. “I didn’t really hurt you, did I?”
I nodded. “At first…but…well, if I’d wanted it to stop, I would have let you know somehow. Truth is…” I hesitated.
“What?” PJ asked, those big brown eyes star
ing into mine.
I sighed. “Truth is, man—it was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“Really?” he asked, grinning. Then a note of shyness crept into his eyes. “Well, long as we’re being honest—I can’t remember the last time I was so turned on, either.”
Then he did something amazing; something totally unexpected. Staring at me for a second, eyes roaming down to my mouth as he licked his dry lips…he kissed me. Not a G-rated peck on the mouth, either, as his lips parted and his moist, juicy tongue slid in between my teeth to find mine. My lips pulled on his in return, sucking on his juicy mouth, and it was a kiss that baked my brain with its lustful sincerity. My dick started getting hard again, stiffening on my sticky, cum-covered belly between us—and when PJ pulled his lips from mine at last, my chest filled with disappointment. I could have kissed him for the rest of the afternoon.
He untied my wrists, which were indeed chafed and raw from the nylon cords, and apologized for them, big-time, as we headed indoors to shower—PJ upstairs, in the bathroom by his room, while I showered in the john I shared with his mom downstairs. Again, I was disappointed we didn’t shower together, but had to keep reminding myself this nineteen-year-old sexual powder keg normally reserved his talents for females—with me, according to PJ, being the only exception.
Afterward I heard the stereo go on in his room and decided maybe the best thing I could do for PJ was give him some time alone. I was pretty beat anyway, so instead retrieved my blue Speedo from outside and headed back to my bedroom, where I closed the door and laid down on the comfortable bed for a quick snooze.
* * * *
It was dark when I awoke—between the bus ride and the volcanic sex, I guess I’d been pretty exhausted—and it took me a few seconds to remember where I was. Reaching over, I fumbled in the darkness for the bedside lamp and found the switch; it blazed on with a bright yellow-white light, making me blink as I spotted a cheap, LED-display clock-radio sitting across the room, by the television. Almost eight-thirty—wow, I had been zonked out for awhile.
