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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I could see and feel his body preparing to receive my spunk... and then everything went straight to hell; my brain just shut down as I felt my cock swell inside the warm wetness of his mouth, heard him, for a moment, grunt as he felt it and my whole awareness was filled with the indescribable sensations of shooting my load and they were unusually intense. Some awareness returned; my cock is pumping away like crazy and I can feel his... loose tenseness (if that makes any damned sense) in his body as he swallowed all that I had to give - then I felt that good but kinda fucked up feeling of having all the "air" go out of me.

He asked me if I usually shot that big of a load and I had no answer for him - but I did read the note my brain left for me and praised his cock sucking skills and honestly so - he was amazing and, I thought, should have more confidence in his abilities. He saw that I was happy and, so, he was happy... but his dick was still hard and required more attention, which I gave without hesitation... but I wondered, if only for a moment, if that jerk that lived inside my skull was going to fuck this up for me.

Brain: Nah, my job is done and you've learned some stuff we'll talk about later so, for now, suck his cock again, entice him to supply more of that tasty sperm, and have fun doing it - I'm outta here!

Me: Asshole.

Brain: Careful! Ya better watch what you say to me - I just might make you want him to fuck you so you better act like you know and suck that dick!

Me: (nothing to say about that)
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Brain: He's better at this than he said he was, isn't he?

Me: Yeah, he's quite good.

Brain: I've written a note to remind you to let him know how good he really is, okay?

Me: Gotcha - he's really into this now.

Brain: Yes... and we're taking notes, by the way.

The guy is, indeed, very much into sucking me and I noticed that he'd sometimes go at me like he wanted me to cum now... then slow down and like he wasn't quite ready - and the look on his face appeared to me to be one of confusion.

Me: He can't make up his mind if he wants me to cum now or later.

Brain: Yes, I noticed that... but you know how it is; you want him to cum but you want to hold off making that happen, too.

Me: I knew that.

Brain: Did you really?

Me: Fuck you!

Brain: If only that were possible; now, pay attention because he's decided you should cum fairly soon...

I'm watching myself being sucked and I can see how his whole body is reacting to this "sudden" change; he's sweating like it's 100 degrees in the air conditioned room; he's breathing like there's not enough oxygen in the air around us and with the way his body was against mine, I could feel his heart pounding away in his chest. I looked past his head, which was now moving faster and with more purpose, and saw that his cock was erect again and as I return to focusing on my cock in his mouth - and noting the difference in the color of our respective skin - I saw that his nipples were hard as well.

Brain: He's very excited, as you can see.

Me: I see that.

The guy shuddered and I felt it go through his whole body.

Brain: He just had an orgasm, if you were wondering what that was.

Me: I felt it and recognized it well enough.

Brain: You should; you had a couple of good ones while you were trying to suck the skin off of his cock.

Me: Fuck you!

Brain: (laughing)

His pace slowed somewhat as his orgasm raced through him; I could see his cock twitching and wonder if he was going to ejaculate because this was feeling that good to him.

Brain: He might; need I remind you how many times you ejaculated on yourself while doing the same thing?

Me: Let's not and say you did.

He didn't cum on him but my asshole of a brain decided to end this very surreal moment in time and uncorked the full power of the feelings the other guy was giving me. It was like I snapped back into myself and being overwhelmed by a lot of feelings all at once.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum..." I said, gently placing a hand on his head and gently fucking into his mouth - well, not hard enough to give him any issues.

He moans his understanding and, indeed, nodded.
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I had just successfully and delightfully gotten a guy to dump a load of cum into my mouth and was now settling in to enjoy him returning the favor when I became hyper-aware of what he was doing and as if I had "stepped outside myself" and watching and the conversation in my head went something like this:

Brain: Hey, good job sucking that dick! He tried to resist but we showed him what's up, didn't we?

Me: Yeah, that was fun... but he's sucking my dick now... and why am I paying so much attention to that?

Brain: You're asking me like I know but, okay, let's watch him anyway!

I'm lying there and getting my dick sucked and like it didn't have anything to do with me and I'm paying attention to a whole lot of shit that, normally, I wouldn't be paying attention to, like how much he was sweating, how hard it seemed for him to breathe as he worked his mouth up and down my shaft and just the fact that there was a man sucking my cock seemed to be some "strange" thing.

Me: Shouldn't this be feeling really good? I mean, he's really giving me his best effort even though I noticed he almost gagged when he went deep.

Brain: Oh, it's feeling good - I'm just not letting you feel it because you need to see what he's doing and figure out why he's doing it.

Me: You picked a fucked up time to get all analytical...

Brain: Sue me... and get back to watching him.

So I did. Now, in reality, it wasn't that it wasn't feeling incredibly good but as my traitorous brain pointed out, actually paying attention to what he was doing to me had all of my attention, from the way he was varying what he was doing to the way he was cupping and lightly - and carefully - fondling my balls. I could see, by the look on his face, that he was deeply concentrating on what he was doing; his eyes were closed but I could see them moving around behind his eyelids as he thought or, perhaps, seeing some stuff in his mind's eye.
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The wife and I decided to invite some like minded friends to our cabin in the remote north woods this last weekend, no cell service, no internet, no TV just nature. We invited our friends who are couples and bi as we are, and everyone had a wonderful time. Funny though that when it is just us guys we are all about sucking cock and anal, but with the women folk there it’s mostly about sharing our wives. We still suck a little dick, lick some cum from their pussies but it’s all about enjoying the experience. All of us our mature late 50s in age so we just take our time and enjoy ourselves with no boundaries and lots of personal respect. This was the 12 time we have gotten together and we had an awesome time.

All of us have maintained our bodies and still look hot naked, that being said I pounded a lot of pussy and ate a lot of pussy as did the wife enjoy lots of cock. Angela and Eric are the only couple that isn’t married but let me tell you she is a wild one. She and my wife are close friends and enjoy each other often, but show her some dick and she is all over it. Having 4 men all alone in the north woods was more than she could take. All of us guys fucked her multiple times and she just wants more. On the ride home my wife said she was sore and hurt a little but it was a good hurt. My cock is almost raw but my ball sack is empty and useless for a few days as I recover. She said we need to do this more often, who am I too argue.

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]At the time, I just couldn't understand how girls could do it and there were quite a few guys who could as well and that's when I learned that a woman's hips and pelvic saddle were designed for this kind of movement, that and women always just seemed to be more flexible. It didn't really explain why guys could do - other than being flexible but, shit, I was flexible, too, so how come I couldn't?

Eventually I gave up trying to figure it out and to prevent some unnecessary drama ruining the sex, I'd just get on my knees or whatever and wait for the feeling of the dick spreading my hole open. Even though I never figured it out and just chalked it up to my body not being one that could do it as easily as others could, sure, I'd try it because, sometimes, I wanted him on top of me and having him all wrapped up and even so I could look at him while he fucked me... just don't start trying to twist me up like a pretzel and we'd be good.

When a guy would get me in this position and wasn't trying to "make more room," I'd be within my comfort limits and I did like being able to look down between us and see his dick going in and out of me - if you've never seen yourself being fucked, you should give it a try - it's quite surreal.

Adding to the problem were those guys who didn't know how to fuck in any other position. I'd have guys trying to stick it in from the back or even when spooning and they just couldn't do it like that... and I'd wind up on my back, legs splayed open to the limit of my ability to do so, and they were happy even if I wasn't all that happy about it.

You learn that, sometimes, you gotta do some things you're not really fond of in order to get the dick the way you want it. You also learn why some women don't like being all twisted up and why they'd give you the evil eye whenever you tried to twist them up; you had a good time with them but her thoughts were anything but good. You learn to never ask someone to do something you can't or won't do yourself and that lesson got me into the habit of asking someone how they wanna do it or how did they want to do it to me... then hope they didn't want me on my back but, if so, it was just something to be endured and dealt with after the fact.

We used to poke fun at anyone who got fucked and was walking funny after the fact but when it happened to you, it sure as hell wasn't funny at all trying to walk when your joints, muscles, and tendons were raising all kinds of hell with you and because they got pushed beyond their physical limits.

I'd rather ride a guy's dick before getting on my back and trying to make my hips and legs do something they're not gonna like; it can sometimes be hard on your knees to be on them for a long period of time while homey is trying to bust a nut in you... but that's better than having to deal with a lot of pain in your hips later on.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]When you grow up playing with dick, there are a lot of things you wind up learning like (of course) how to suck dick and how to not get your gag reflex triggered - could be messy; you learned how to swallow cum and especially when there was a lot of it and if it tasted kinda yucky, you learned how to get rid of it without removing the dick from your mouth and maybe offending the guy by obviously spitting it out. You learn how to relax so that dicks of all sizes can go into your butt with the least amount of pain or discomfort... and you learn what position works best for you when it's time for the dick to go in you.

Spooning, lying flat on your belly, and being in that face down/ass up position and, sure, being on your hands and knees; you even learned how to be fucked standing up, either leaning against a wall or something or being held upright as the dick is working away inside you. But the one thing I learned and never really could do was being fucked in the missionary position.

Even though I got to be quite flexible because of my training in judo and karate, if a guy wanted me to assume this position, my hips just didn't want to work that way and I'd learn to just hate it when some guy would pounce on me like that and before I could tell him I didn't like that position, I'd be in it and the pain in my hip joints was worst than the pain of him banging my ass like his life depended on it.

On one such occasion, I actually punched the guy in the nose, not hard enough to break it but enough to draw blood and when he asked why I punched him I said, "I told you I didn't like doing it like that!" I got untangled from him and turned over, raised my ass up and told him, "Now, do it to me!"

It wasn't that I sometimes wouldn't do it like that - I just learned what my limits were in this and I'd take care not to let some guy push me past those physical limitations. If a guy wanted my legs up on his shoulders, okay, I could handle that well enough but when a guy wanted my legs drawn up and now he's trying to press my knees further apart and back, well, that shit hurt! Worst, I'd be squirming because of the pain and the guy would take that to mean I was really liking what he was doing...

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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I lost track of how long he'd been fucking me because I was in that place where time didn't matter; I wanted and needed him to keep fucking me but, at the same time, I wanted him to cum inside me and if it happened right now, that worked. I knew he was on his second wind and that it would take him a little longer to cum and that was both fine... and not so much, if you know what I mean.

Finally, I felt his dick getting thicker inside me; I heard him say, "Oh, shit!" then felt his dick pumping away like crazy inside of me and it was just heavenly and exactly what I strangely wanted to feel. When he pulled out, he was looking like he was embarrassed or something and I asked him what was wrong and he started apologizing for cumming too fast and again for not having a big dick.

When he said he came too fast, I looked at the clock and my brain figured out that he'd only been fucking me for about five minutes or so - but it felt like he'd been inside me for much longer than that! I told him not to worry about it - he did exactly what I needed him to do; I thanked him and told him how much I appreciate him stepping out of his comfort zone and more so since I'd kinda stepped out of mine or, really, stepped back into a zone that was par for the course for me being with a guy.

We got washed up and before we got dressed, we spent some time in a 69 and I very much appreciated the fact that he could not only get it up for a third time but deliver another load of spunk for me to feast upon. Afterward and before he was ready to go, he thanked me for being so patient with him and not really putting any pressure on him to perform. He even said that he was going to rethink the whole thing about being the guy who got fucked because he really did like fucking me.

He left and I went back to work and it didn't take long before I got the urge for some pussy - but I'd have to wait until one of the girls got home and whichever one got there first was going to catch a bad break when I pounced on them![/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=verdana]Fifteen minutes later, he's still sucking away on my dick but not really getting me any closer to busting a nut. That didn't bother me... but I could tell it was bothering him; not only could I sense his growing frustration but I could feel how tense his body was becoming. I wasn't deliberately holding back on him and he was doing a good job sucking me - my nut was just taking it's own sweet time about showing up, that's all.

He stopped and looked at me and said, "I'm sorry you haven't cum yet but, um, how about you fuck me instead?"

Not really my favorite thing to do but, okay, it'll get me off and would also make him less frustrated. I got the lube and applied it to us both; he got onto his knees and in the face down/ass up position and I slid my dick into his ass until my belly was up against his backside. After checking to see if he was okay - and he said he was - it didn't take me long to bust that nut in him and as much as I didn't really like fucking a guy all that much, yeah, it felt very damned good.

But I wasn't finished with him because as I fucked him, I was thinking about how much I really needed to be fucked even though this, too, was unusual for me. I told him what else I wanted from him and he was hesitant, telling me that he usually doesn't fuck a guy but he'd try. I went down on him to get him hard enough to get his dick in me and after a few tries, I felt that delicious but uncomfortable feeling of his dick sliding into me and after a few strokes, I could feel his cock getting fully hard inside me. One part of me was telling me how much I missed this feeling while another part of me, well, just wasn't happy about it so I ignored it and settled into being fucked.

I could tell that he really wasn't used to doing this and it showed in how gently he was screwing me. Now, I don't like having my ass pounded but I told him that he could do it a bit harder if he could and while he didn't go all that much harder, he did go faster and that was fine - it felt very good.[/FONT][/SIZE]