POWER BOTTOM APPRECIATION DAY
OCTOBER 30, 2010
OCTOBER 30, 2010
My favorite holiday of the year is just around the corner.
POWER BOTTOM APPRECIATION DAY
It is a day to observe and honor the special skills and services of POWER BOTTOMS.
What to get your Power Bottom, well here is an account of what my Drill Master, Bart, gave me last year. I can’t wait for this year's gift.
Power Bottom Appreciation Day fell on a Friday in 2009. Bart had a training convention in Vegas that week and wasn’t scheduled to be back until late Saturday night. I was planning to hang out with some friends. On that Wednesday morning, I received an overnight package. I opened it furiously. Inside was a framed nude picture of Bart in his full glory, a pair of black silk boxers with “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas” printed on the butt, a card key to a suite at the Paris Hotel and an airline ticket for Thursday. I smiled, Bart hadn’t forgotten.
I arrived at the hotel at 3:30 pm. Having just a carry-on, I went up to the room. A note was waiting on the bed. “I’ll be back after mid-night, so don’t wait up. Love ya, Bart.” I unpacked my gear and decided to stroll around the hotel.
Walking through the Promenade and Le Boulevard, you get the feeling of being in Paris only surreally sanitized. I went into a gift shop to buy a card for tomorrow. While browsing the card racks, I was goosed. It took all my self-control not to yell. I turned around expecting o find Bart. To my surprise, it was Phil and Stan, a couple from Chicago we met a few years earlier on an Alaskan cruise.
We hadn’t seen each other since Bart and I took a trip to Chicago last summer. We hugged and kissed.
We hadn’t seen each other since Bart and I took a trip to Chicago last summer. We hugged and kissed.
Of course, someone asked, “What are you doing in Vegas?”
I said Bart has been in Vegas for the past 4 days and I just flew in to meet him for the weekend. They told me they were here for a huge Halloween gala. They were also staying at the Paris. We decided to have some cocktails in the lobby bar.
Phil and Stan have been a couple for 15 years. They are extremely handsome, masculine men, equally matched in physique and philosophy. I think Phil is more outgoing. Phil is a corporate lawyer;in his 40’s with short-cropped hair, over 6 feet tall and has nice hairy body. Stan is shorter about 50 and a true redhead. His eyes are clear blue and flanged with thick strawberry lashes. The landscaping profession has given him amazing shoulders and huge saucer hands.
Phil and Stan have been a couple for 15 years. They are extremely handsome, masculine men, equally matched in physique and philosophy. I think Phil is more outgoing. Phil is a corporate lawyer;in his 40’s with short-cropped hair, over 6 feet tall and has nice hairy body. Stan is shorter about 50 and a true redhead. His eyes are clear blue and flanged with thick strawberry lashes. The landscaping profession has given him amazing shoulders and huge saucer hands.
We all had a few drinks while catching up. Stan, usually the more reserved one, kept rubbing my shoulder and thigh while we were chatting. Even through my shirt, I could feel the roughness of his hands. Phil didn’t seem to notice and I didn’t mind. I told them Bart wasn’t getting back until after midnight so we decided to have dinner together.
All though dinner at Le Provencal, Stan kept looking me straight in the eye. It didn’t make me uncomfortable, but it was unusual for him to be so direct. Conversation was easy and witty. I liked both these guys. As I said, we met on a two-week cruise/tour through Alaska. We all got to know each other well during that vacation.
While on the cruise, one night after dinner, I excused myself. I was gone for about an hour. Bart had been walking around with a hard-on all day, so I knew I was getting my brains fucked out that night. I had to get ready. While I was gone, Phil asked what I was doing. Bart sometimes forgets to turn on the social filter, he said, “He is getting ready for me to mount him like a bronco.” When I found them in the lounge later, Phil and Stan just smiled as if they knew something I didn’t.
All though dinner at Le Provencal, Stan kept looking me straight in the eye. It didn’t make me uncomfortable, but it was unusual for him to be so direct. Conversation was easy and witty. I liked both these guys. As I said, we met on a two-week cruise/tour through Alaska. We all got to know each other well during that vacation.
While on the cruise, one night after dinner, I excused myself. I was gone for about an hour. Bart had been walking around with a hard-on all day, so I knew I was getting my brains fucked out that night. I had to get ready. While I was gone, Phil asked what I was doing. Bart sometimes forgets to turn on the social filter, he said, “He is getting ready for me to mount him like a bronco.” When I found them in the lounge later, Phil and Stan just smiled as if they knew something I didn’t.
I asked what was going on, that opened a frank conversation. Phil asked me outright if I enjoyed being fucked. I looked at Bart, he shrugged, and I knew he said something while I was gone.
I smiled and proudly announced, “Yes, I am a Power Bottom.” I told them I really didn’t care if I ever penetrated anyone ever again and that it had been at least 15 years since I fucked anyone.
Bart grinned wide and stated, “My gain.”
Phil then said, “But I’d never pegged you as a submissive guy.”
Bart grinned wide and stated, “My gain.”
Phil then said, “But I’d never pegged you as a submissive guy.”
Bart answered, “Trust me; there is nothing passive about him.” I kept quite.
Phil then told us when they first started dating they took turns topping. Neither enjoyed being on the bottom, but they felt it was necessary to keep the relationship. After a few years, they agreed not fuck each other. Stan said he was extremely satisfied with their sex life. Everything else was on the menu except anal penetration. Stan said getting fucked was never enjoyable for him; Phil nodded in agreement. Phil then volunteered they had sex 3 or 4 times a week even after all these years.” Occasionally they would hook up with other men to satisfy their manly desires, but never in a threesome. Bart just looked at me and pinched my butt.
After our dinner, they wanted to gamble. I told them I don’t really enjoy gambling, and I had some e-mails to answer. We said good night. Phil kissed me gently and asked when they might see Bart. I replied, “I don’t know.” I knew I was going to keep Bart busy and we were flying home Sunday afternoon. Phil then said he’d call after they got back to Chicago. I went back to our suite thinking what a nice coincidence; Bart would never believe who I ran in ot.
I woke up the next morning and Bart was lying next to me. I could smell alcohol. He probably had a little too much after the meeting. He began to stir, opened his eyes and smiled. “What time did you get in?” I asked. He said it was after 1 am.
Phil then told us when they first started dating they took turns topping. Neither enjoyed being on the bottom, but they felt it was necessary to keep the relationship. After a few years, they agreed not fuck each other. Stan said he was extremely satisfied with their sex life. Everything else was on the menu except anal penetration. Stan said getting fucked was never enjoyable for him; Phil nodded in agreement. Phil then volunteered they had sex 3 or 4 times a week even after all these years.” Occasionally they would hook up with other men to satisfy their manly desires, but never in a threesome. Bart just looked at me and pinched my butt.
After our dinner, they wanted to gamble. I told them I don’t really enjoy gambling, and I had some e-mails to answer. We said good night. Phil kissed me gently and asked when they might see Bart. I replied, “I don’t know.” I knew I was going to keep Bart busy and we were flying home Sunday afternoon. Phil then said he’d call after they got back to Chicago. I went back to our suite thinking what a nice coincidence; Bart would never believe who I ran in ot.
I woke up the next morning and Bart was lying next to me. I could smell alcohol. He probably had a little too much after the meeting. He began to stir, opened his eyes and smiled. “What time did you get in?” I asked. He said it was after 1 am.
I asked what was on the plan for the day. Bart got up and said he had a few meetings to attend but that he would be back about 4 o’clock. He told me we had dinner reservations at the Eiffel Tower restaurant at 8 pm. Good, I had time to prepare for a night of sweaty, raunchy sex with the hottest Top I know.
Bart showered and I ordered room service breakfast. It arrived just as he was flying out to make his meeting on time. As the door closed behind, I remembered I didn’t tell him I ran into Phil and Stan. Oh well, later I thought.
I spent the rest of the day relaxing and preparing for POWER BOTTOM APPRECIATION DAY. I made sure I was cleaner than the day I was born; I wanted the ride of my life.
Bart got back to our suite at 4:15. He said he wanted to take a nap and went into the bedroom. About 2 hours later, he got up and stepped into the shower. I watched. I love seeing him naked. He has the cutest little furry bubble butt in the world. His cock was half -erect as allways, the head just peeking out from the foreskin. He shaved then came out in to “parlor” at full attention.
Bart showered and I ordered room service breakfast. It arrived just as he was flying out to make his meeting on time. As the door closed behind, I remembered I didn’t tell him I ran into Phil and Stan. Oh well, later I thought.
I spent the rest of the day relaxing and preparing for POWER BOTTOM APPRECIATION DAY. I made sure I was cleaner than the day I was born; I wanted the ride of my life.
Bart got back to our suite at 4:15. He said he wanted to take a nap and went into the bedroom. About 2 hours later, he got up and stepped into the shower. I watched. I love seeing him naked. He has the cutest little furry bubble butt in the world. His cock was half -erect as allways, the head just peeking out from the foreskin. He shaved then came out in to “parlor” at full attention.
He smiled and said, “I have a surprise for you later.”
I suddenly remembered. I told Bart about my encounter with Phil and Stan. He commented about how small the world is and maybe we could have dinner with them on Saturday. I told him that might be difficult because they had a Halloween party to attend. He pouted and went to get dressed. From the bedroom, he asked if I was wearing the boxers he sent.
I suddenly remembered. I told Bart about my encounter with Phil and Stan. He commented about how small the world is and maybe we could have dinner with them on Saturday. I told him that might be difficult because they had a Halloween party to attend. He pouted and went to get dressed. From the bedroom, he asked if I was wearing the boxers he sent.
I yelled back “Not yet”
He came in with super tight tan slacks, his package clearly visible and a blue silk polo, his nipples poking through. I felt my cock grow.
“C’mon, let’s go have some drinks.”
I went to get dressed. I put the silk boxers on. The smoothness felt good against my freshly shaved balls and butt. Bart liked my butt-hole smooth. I got an instant erection. I put black pleated slacks and a black button-down on. We left to go stroll the streets of gay Paris.
I went to get dressed. I put the silk boxers on. The smoothness felt good against my freshly shaved balls and butt. Bart liked my butt-hole smooth. I got an instant erection. I put black pleated slacks and a black button-down on. We left to go stroll the streets of gay Paris.
As we walked around Bart kept rubbing his hard-on on my leg. He whispered that he was going to wear me out later. I asked exactly how he planned to do that. He just grinned and said, “I’ve got a raunchy, hot, sweaty evening planned.” My interest was peaked. My man-gina was twitching. We had been so busy that it has been a few weeks since I sat on his dick. I wanted to skip dinner and go back to the suite. Bart declined.
Our table was waiting when we arrived at the restaurant. We opted for the Tasting Menu with wine pairings, 7 courses. The wine flowed freely so I was a little drunk. I checked my watch, it was almost 10:30, and I still haven’t even smelled Bart’s dick let alone had it in me. He knew what I was thinking.
He whispered in my ear, “Are you ready?” I nodded; he grabbed my butt, and said, “Are you really ready."
I walked off toward the elevators.
Inside the elevator, Bart kissed me passionately, He stuck his hand down my pants and fingered my man-hole, my boigina twitched, I could feel his rock hard cock pressing against me. We were still kissing when the doors opened on our floor and there was an older straight couple waiting. We just laughed and walked to our suite.
Bart opened the door and let me go in first. Jazz was playing softly. There was a tray of chocolates and fresh fruit on dining table. The bar was stocked with Chivas, Keitel One, and Maker’s Mark. Who drinks bourbon? There was an ice bucket with three bottles of Moet-Chandon. He didn’t have to get me smashed to get inside me, what was up?
Bart kicked off his shoes and popped a bottle of champagne. He poured two glasses, I noticed there were four set up on the bar.
Our table was waiting when we arrived at the restaurant. We opted for the Tasting Menu with wine pairings, 7 courses. The wine flowed freely so I was a little drunk. I checked my watch, it was almost 10:30, and I still haven’t even smelled Bart’s dick let alone had it in me. He knew what I was thinking.
He whispered in my ear, “Are you ready?” I nodded; he grabbed my butt, and said, “Are you really ready."
I walked off toward the elevators.
Inside the elevator, Bart kissed me passionately, He stuck his hand down my pants and fingered my man-hole, my boigina twitched, I could feel his rock hard cock pressing against me. We were still kissing when the doors opened on our floor and there was an older straight couple waiting. We just laughed and walked to our suite.
Bart opened the door and let me go in first. Jazz was playing softly. There was a tray of chocolates and fresh fruit on dining table. The bar was stocked with Chivas, Keitel One, and Maker’s Mark. Who drinks bourbon? There was an ice bucket with three bottles of Moet-Chandon. He didn’t have to get me smashed to get inside me, what was up?
Bart kicked off his shoes and popped a bottle of champagne. He poured two glasses, I noticed there were four set up on the bar.
He gave me a glass and toasted, “To my Power Bottom, may my fantasies come true.”
I quipped “Don’t you mean MY FANTASIES.” Bart just smiled.
We sipped and he began to strip, first he pulled his shirt off. His nipples were fully erect. His cock w straining at the zipper of his pants. Then he pulled his belt off, undid the button and zipper. The pants were so tight he had to yank them off. There he was in red silk boxers, his flagpole cock popping out. He came over and starting kissing me hard. I couldn’t get out of me clothes fast enough. He stopped me before I could get the boxers off.
“I want to see you in those for awhile.” He said.
We sat on the sofa and necked like teenagers. We sipped more champagne. My head was getting light. My cock and balls were aching. I held his cock tight in my hand; I just wanted to suck it, but Bart resisted. He laid me down on the sofa and began kissing my neck. He knew this would make me crazy, almost as mush as rimming. I could feel his rock hard tool poking my balls. I tried to lift my legs, but he pushed them down. I finally got it; he wanted to control the pace. I played along.
He finally straddled my chest and bounced his balls on the face. I pulled the boxers off. I licked his nuts eagerly. Then he slowly fed me that jackhammer cock. Shoving it deep in my throat. He began pumping his hips, his balls smashing on my chin. I could feel his cock throbbing in my throat. It made me hotter. He then began to tweak my nipples, I moaned.
he pulled his cock out of my throat, kissing me. He worked his flicking tongue down my chest and abs. He avoided my dick and began to suck between my thighs and balls, down to the taint. He was careful not to actually lick my man-pussy, no matter how much I squirmed. Bart was going to make me be wait. How long, I thought to myself.
He finally sat on the sofa and spread his legs. His cock was rock hard, his balls pulled tight to his body, he smiled and looked down. I knew what he wanted. I began by licking his balls. I stuck my tongue in his piss-slit. I could taste his salty musk. I pulled his skin back and swallowed his cock. I was pinching his tits while he thrust up in my mouth. Bart leaned forward and began to smack my ass.
I quipped “Don’t you mean MY FANTASIES.” Bart just smiled.
We sipped and he began to strip, first he pulled his shirt off. His nipples were fully erect. His cock w straining at the zipper of his pants. Then he pulled his belt off, undid the button and zipper. The pants were so tight he had to yank them off. There he was in red silk boxers, his flagpole cock popping out. He came over and starting kissing me hard. I couldn’t get out of me clothes fast enough. He stopped me before I could get the boxers off.
“I want to see you in those for awhile.” He said.
We sat on the sofa and necked like teenagers. We sipped more champagne. My head was getting light. My cock and balls were aching. I held his cock tight in my hand; I just wanted to suck it, but Bart resisted. He laid me down on the sofa and began kissing my neck. He knew this would make me crazy, almost as mush as rimming. I could feel his rock hard tool poking my balls. I tried to lift my legs, but he pushed them down. I finally got it; he wanted to control the pace. I played along.
He finally straddled my chest and bounced his balls on the face. I pulled the boxers off. I licked his nuts eagerly. Then he slowly fed me that jackhammer cock. Shoving it deep in my throat. He began pumping his hips, his balls smashing on my chin. I could feel his cock throbbing in my throat. It made me hotter. He then began to tweak my nipples, I moaned.
he pulled his cock out of my throat, kissing me. He worked his flicking tongue down my chest and abs. He avoided my dick and began to suck between my thighs and balls, down to the taint. He was careful not to actually lick my man-pussy, no matter how much I squirmed. Bart was going to make me be wait. How long, I thought to myself.
He finally sat on the sofa and spread his legs. His cock was rock hard, his balls pulled tight to his body, he smiled and looked down. I knew what he wanted. I began by licking his balls. I stuck my tongue in his piss-slit. I could taste his salty musk. I pulled his skin back and swallowed his cock. I was pinching his tits while he thrust up in my mouth. Bart leaned forward and began to smack my ass.
He had control long enough. I stood up on the sofa and rubbed my balls in his face. He swallowed my dick and began to finger my ass-hole. At first lightly teasing it, he knew how to make it jump and twitch. I grabbed his head and rammed my cock in his mouth. He shoved a finger deep in my man-cunt. I slid out of his mouth and began sucking his tits. I l knew this would drive him wild. He flipped me the sofa and began to lick my nuts. I spread my legs. Again, Bart was careful not to eat my ass. Why?
I could feel precum oozing from his dick. I wanted to taste it. I got him to sit and began licking it eagerly. He moaned and clasped his hands behind his head. I worked my tongue up his body and buried by face in his armpit. The soft hair tickled my nose and the aroma sent me into frenzy. I continued licking and nibbling on his pit. Bart stood up and pulled me with him. He poured more champagne and gave me the glass. He then took me by the hand and lead me toward the bedroom.
I could feel precum oozing from his dick. I wanted to taste it. I got him to sit and began licking it eagerly. He moaned and clasped his hands behind his head. I worked my tongue up his body and buried by face in his armpit. The soft hair tickled my nose and the aroma sent me into frenzy. I continued licking and nibbling on his pit. Bart stood up and pulled me with him. He poured more champagne and gave me the glass. He then took me by the hand and lead me toward the bedroom.
“Now,” I thought, “I would get what I needed.”
The door was closed so Bart stood in front and in one sweeping motion opened it and waved me in. I didn’t know what to expect, but this was a huge surprise. I stepped in and saw Phil and Stan lying in bed. They were naked with raging erections. They both just grinned and stoked their cocks.
I looked at Bart, he said, “It wasn’t a coincidence.”
We had had a few three-ways, but they were always impromptu and with strangers. This was a new experience. Bart asked if I was okay. I always thought Phil and Stan were hot but I never expected this. When I saw Stan’s orange pubic hair and his big fat pink cock I was really turned on. I have thing for redheads. I responded by taking Stan’s cock in my mouth.
In a few minutes, the bed was a tangle on arms and legs. I was fascinated by Stan’s red pubes so much that I just wanted to suck his cock. Stan didn’t mind, he kneeled up and began thrusting his fat cock in my mouth. I lay on my stomach eager for every thrust. Bart spread my legs and began to eat my ass. I sighed.
If he has a jackhammer cock, his tongue is a power drill. He began to tongue fuck me so hard I almost choked on Stan’s dick. Phil was standing over me kissing Stan. I looked up and saw his hairy low-hanger balls above me. His dick was dark and veiny with mushroom head.
In a few minutes, the bed was a tangle on arms and legs. I was fascinated by Stan’s red pubes so much that I just wanted to suck his cock. Stan didn’t mind, he kneeled up and began thrusting his fat cock in my mouth. I lay on my stomach eager for every thrust. Bart spread my legs and began to eat my ass. I sighed.
If he has a jackhammer cock, his tongue is a power drill. He began to tongue fuck me so hard I almost choked on Stan’s dick. Phil was standing over me kissing Stan. I looked up and saw his hairy low-hanger balls above me. His dick was dark and veiny with mushroom head.
Bart got up and asked Phil if he wanted to eat the hottest ass in the world. Phil said he never ate a man’s ass before. Bart pulled my legs and flipped on my back. He then pushed my legs over my head and told Phil to eat me. Phil got on his knees and licked my hole. I gasped; his tongue was long and hot. Bart got in front of me ad bent over my head, his balls in my mouth, he and Phil began to both lick and tongue fuck me. Bart was teaching Phil how to rim a Power Bottom.
I saw Stan go down beneath Phil to suck his cock. Dam, I was in heaven, I had two tongues eating my ass and Bart’s cock in my mouth. I could feel tongues and fingers exploring my man-pussy. The pleasure sensations washing over me were un-FUCKING-believable. Phil finally got the knack. He began to dart his tongue in an out on my wet hole. His chin stubble was exciting me even more. Bart stood up and admired his effort. My entire body was in ecstasy.
Someone flipped on my stomach and pulled me to my knees. Two huge rough hands spread my ass cheeks; I knew it was Stan. I could feel his hot breath on my wet ass. Phil came in front; I could now see his cock. It is 61/2 inches, mushroom head, fully stiff and big hairy balls. He waged in my face and I had to take it. He thrust his dick and his balls bounced on my forehead. Then I felt a quick lick on my boigina. Stan’s rough, saucer hands holding my ass. I pushed my ass in his face. He tongue fucked me enthusiastically. I heard Bart tell him to taste me. Then Bart began to eat me. I loved this, battling tongues on my ass. This is a Power Bottom's fantasy.
A finger probed my interior. I knew by instinct it belonged to Bart. Then a thick, rough finger entered my ass, I clamped down it. Stan chuckled. Then Bart began to finger fuck me. He took his man-gina moistened fingers and told Stand to lick them. Stan moaned and then he fingered my hole. Once again, my Drill Master was teaching a Top how to treat a Power Bottom.
I saw Stan go down beneath Phil to suck his cock. Dam, I was in heaven, I had two tongues eating my ass and Bart’s cock in my mouth. I could feel tongues and fingers exploring my man-pussy. The pleasure sensations washing over me were un-FUCKING-believable. Phil finally got the knack. He began to dart his tongue in an out on my wet hole. His chin stubble was exciting me even more. Bart stood up and admired his effort. My entire body was in ecstasy.
Someone flipped on my stomach and pulled me to my knees. Two huge rough hands spread my ass cheeks; I knew it was Stan. I could feel his hot breath on my wet ass. Phil came in front; I could now see his cock. It is 61/2 inches, mushroom head, fully stiff and big hairy balls. He waged in my face and I had to take it. He thrust his dick and his balls bounced on my forehead. Then I felt a quick lick on my boigina. Stan’s rough, saucer hands holding my ass. I pushed my ass in his face. He tongue fucked me enthusiastically. I heard Bart tell him to taste me. Then Bart began to eat me. I loved this, battling tongues on my ass. This is a Power Bottom's fantasy.
A finger probed my interior. I knew by instinct it belonged to Bart. Then a thick, rough finger entered my ass, I clamped down it. Stan chuckled. Then Bart began to finger fuck me. He took his man-gina moistened fingers and told Stand to lick them. Stan moaned and then he fingered my hole. Once again, my Drill Master was teaching a Top how to treat a Power Bottom.
Stan went back to tongue fucking me alternating with his sausage fingers. Phil was face fucking me. He was sweating and I could taste his salty manliness. Then Stan jolted up.
Bart said relax, “I want you to feel what Miguel is feeling.”
Bart said relax, “I want you to feel what Miguel is feeling.”
Bart Began to rim Stan. At first Stan resisted, but trust me, it’s difficult to resist Bart’s tongue. Stan began to moan and eat my man-cunt furiously. I was content to let three studs fight for eating my ass as long I had someone’s cock in my mouth. No one disappointed me.
We were all covered in sweat and breathing hard. Bart began kissing me. He laid on top and spread my legs with his. I wanted a cock buried deep in my ass but these guys were making me wait. My cock was aching with pleasure; my ass was stimulated.
If I didn’t get a cock soon I would just have to jump on one. Bart lifted my legs and started rubbing his cock on my ass crack. My ass-hole was pulsating to accept his meat. It needed to be fucked. I finally took his dick and guided inside my hot, excited fuck-hole. My head went back and I moaned. I finally had Bart inside. Stan and Phil started 69ing with Stan on top. I loved watching his orange pubes smash into Phil’s face.
Bart was pounding my ass hard, pulling completely out and ramming it back in. I almost blacked out from pleasure. He bent down a kissed me passionately. I couldn’t move. I could only lay there and let him drill my ass. Phil came in front of me and sat on my face. His scent was manly and intoxicating. I started eating his ass. He spread his cheeks for me. I couldn’t see Stan.
Bart stood up and pulled out of me. My ass was still hungry. Then I felt Stan roll me over on my stomach. I got on my knees. I could feel his thick cock pushing against my ass-lips. I grabbed his hips and he slid in slowly. He gasped a long slow breath. He just pushed deep inside and stayed still. My ass began to massage is member. He said, “You know how to handle cock.” I just started grinding; I wanted Stan to pound me.
Bart kneeled in front of me, his cock still hard. He asked if I wanted it, I opened my mouth and took it all.
Stan’s cock was hitting my sweet spot, without warning I exploded all over the bed. It was unexpected and unlike me not to control my climax. Stan thought the night was over, but Bart swung into action. He pulled Stan out and then he lay spooning me, me slowly slid his hard cock in my swollen ass. It was a little unpleasant, but Bart knew what to do. He just pushed it all the way in and held me very still, kissing my neck. He told Phil and Stan not to worry, he’d have me back in action.
If I didn’t get a cock soon I would just have to jump on one. Bart lifted my legs and started rubbing his cock on my ass crack. My ass-hole was pulsating to accept his meat. It needed to be fucked. I finally took his dick and guided inside my hot, excited fuck-hole. My head went back and I moaned. I finally had Bart inside. Stan and Phil started 69ing with Stan on top. I loved watching his orange pubes smash into Phil’s face.
Bart was pounding my ass hard, pulling completely out and ramming it back in. I almost blacked out from pleasure. He bent down a kissed me passionately. I couldn’t move. I could only lay there and let him drill my ass. Phil came in front of me and sat on my face. His scent was manly and intoxicating. I started eating his ass. He spread his cheeks for me. I couldn’t see Stan.
Bart stood up and pulled out of me. My ass was still hungry. Then I felt Stan roll me over on my stomach. I got on my knees. I could feel his thick cock pushing against my ass-lips. I grabbed his hips and he slid in slowly. He gasped a long slow breath. He just pushed deep inside and stayed still. My ass began to massage is member. He said, “You know how to handle cock.” I just started grinding; I wanted Stan to pound me.
Bart kneeled in front of me, his cock still hard. He asked if I wanted it, I opened my mouth and took it all.
Stan’s cock was hitting my sweet spot, without warning I exploded all over the bed. It was unexpected and unlike me not to control my climax. Stan thought the night was over, but Bart swung into action. He pulled Stan out and then he lay spooning me, me slowly slid his hard cock in my swollen ass. It was a little unpleasant, but Bart knew what to do. He just pushed it all the way in and held me very still, kissing my neck. He told Phil and Stan not to worry, he’d have me back in action.
Phil and Stan started kissing and wanking each other. Bart kept his cock inside, not moving. In a few minutes, my ass muscles began twitching and my cock to stir. Bart gently moved his hips, moving only millimeters at first. He then rolled on top and began to rock his hips. I began to moan and he reached down and grabbed my stiff cock. My ass was clamping on his tool and he k\ new it was time to fuck me hard.
Bart then stated, “I told you Miguel could handle all of us.”
Stan got up and started kissing Bart. Bart, having got me ready for more fucking, gently dismounted. I realized I still haven’t had Phil. He was laying there stoking his cock, his eyes closed. I crawled over and began licking his balls. Phil breathed a little harder and his cock jumped. My ass was so lubed that I knew I could slide down in Phil and start pumping.
I laid on top on Phil and began licking his neck and nipples. He pulled his knees up and could feel his hard dick hit my ass crack. I squirmed until his mushroom head found my ass- opening. I opened my man-hole and let him slide in. As that huge mushroom slipped past the first rubber band, I let out a loud moan. I then sat down hard and felt his cock throb inside my sex-chute. I began to ride up and down on Phil’s cock. His eyes rolled back and I knew I was making him feel good.
I rode Phil for about ten minutes, then I laid on him and he rolled me over and began pounding me hard. I did this so Bart would eat his ass. Right on cue, Bart got down and started lick his balls and working up to his man-pussy. Phil did not object like Stan, I saw his eyes when Bart’s tongue pierced his outer hole. Phil settled into long and slow thrusts. His banger balls were slapping my ass. I was in total ecstasy.
Bart turned his attention to Stan. I saw Bart sallow his beer-can cock and massage it with his throat. Stan arched his back and knew what was happening. Bart swallowed every drop Stan pumped out.
Phil’s eyes were closed and his breathing was getting heavier. I tickled his balls, they were pulled up tight. I reached up and started licking his nipple. He grunted and thrusted short, hard strokes. I said “CUM ON MY CHEST.” He fucked me faster. Each powerful thrust forcing precum from my cock. Finally, he pulled out fast, I gasped, I wasn’t ready.
Stan got up and started kissing Bart. Bart, having got me ready for more fucking, gently dismounted. I realized I still haven’t had Phil. He was laying there stoking his cock, his eyes closed. I crawled over and began licking his balls. Phil breathed a little harder and his cock jumped. My ass was so lubed that I knew I could slide down in Phil and start pumping.
I laid on top on Phil and began licking his neck and nipples. He pulled his knees up and could feel his hard dick hit my ass crack. I squirmed until his mushroom head found my ass- opening. I opened my man-hole and let him slide in. As that huge mushroom slipped past the first rubber band, I let out a loud moan. I then sat down hard and felt his cock throb inside my sex-chute. I began to ride up and down on Phil’s cock. His eyes rolled back and I knew I was making him feel good.
I rode Phil for about ten minutes, then I laid on him and he rolled me over and began pounding me hard. I did this so Bart would eat his ass. Right on cue, Bart got down and started lick his balls and working up to his man-pussy. Phil did not object like Stan, I saw his eyes when Bart’s tongue pierced his outer hole. Phil settled into long and slow thrusts. His banger balls were slapping my ass. I was in total ecstasy.
Bart turned his attention to Stan. I saw Bart sallow his beer-can cock and massage it with his throat. Stan arched his back and knew what was happening. Bart swallowed every drop Stan pumped out.
Phil’s eyes were closed and his breathing was getting heavier. I tickled his balls, they were pulled up tight. I reached up and started licking his nipple. He grunted and thrusted short, hard strokes. I said “CUM ON MY CHEST.” He fucked me faster. Each powerful thrust forcing precum from my cock. Finally, he pulled out fast, I gasped, I wasn’t ready.
Bart told him to shove his dick my mouth. As Phil moved to face fuck me, Bart moved in and started fucking me. I could taste myself on Phil’s cock. It turned me on. I swallowed eagerly; Bart was just holding his cock head past the first rubber band. My ass was aching for it all, but he was taunting me.
Finally, Phil erupted in my mouth. Jets of hot musky gizz pumped down my throat. He collapsed in exhaustion next to me. Bart put my legs on his shoulders and began to take long slow strokes. He would almost pull out and make me beg him to push it in. Then as he always does, He aimed for the sweet spot. I could feel my balls begin churning. My ass-hole was clamping tight on his cock. He knew exactly how to time it. He thrust once more and I shot a huge load over my head. Bart began to fill me his hot juice. I pulled him deeper, I worked for this, and I wanted it all.
A few minutes latter we were fast asleep. Arms and legs tangled together.
Finally, Phil erupted in my mouth. Jets of hot musky gizz pumped down my throat. He collapsed in exhaustion next to me. Bart put my legs on his shoulders and began to take long slow strokes. He would almost pull out and make me beg him to push it in. Then as he always does, He aimed for the sweet spot. I could feel my balls begin churning. My ass-hole was clamping tight on his cock. He knew exactly how to time it. He thrust once more and I shot a huge load over my head. Bart began to fill me his hot juice. I pulled him deeper, I worked for this, and I wanted it all.
A few minutes latter we were fast asleep. Arms and legs tangled together.
I began to stir when I felt something tickling my hole. I looked up and saw Phil kneeling between my legs fingering me gently. I noticed his erection and smiled widely. Bart and Stan were still sleeping. I lifted my legs and Phil slid his cock in very slowly. My man-pussy was so sensitive I could feel every vein slide past my ass-lips. I closed my eyes and gasped. Phil held me firmly and began to pump his cock in and out on my man-cunt.
When I opened my eyes, Bart was kneeling above me waging his cock. I opened my mouth and he fed it to me. Stan was still snoring. After getting Bart as hard as a board, he nodded to Phil. Phil slipped out of my ass and Bart began to eat my raw ass. I moaned loudly and Stan stirred. His cock already at attention, Phil began to lick it.
Another hot fuck session started with me as the object of fucking. I certainly didn’t mind. I came at least five times that night. As far as I can tell, each man fucked me at least four times and shot three or more loads. We all slept until 2 pm the next day.
We all showered together. Afterward, I ordered room service. We had I wonderful breakfast and an even better conversation. I especially recall a question from Stan.
He asked, “Why do you like being fucked so much?
I replied, “There is just something about a cock in my ass that makes feel like a man. I good fuck will send electric shocks up my spine. I'll admit, I didn't like it the first time, but now it's all I think off."
"I'm glad not all men like being Bottoms. That means there will always be men ready to service me. For me it's a natural activity, almost like another gender." I chuckled.
Phil asked me if I ever felt used by other men. I just looked at him and asked, "Who got what he wanted from all three of you last night? If I remember correctly, the entire evening was planned around my ass-hole. I am a very happy if only temporarily satisfied man today."
Bart rolled his eyes and is a sarcastically said: "Yeah, by the time we get home, I'll have fuck him again for hours. It's a rough job but I'm glad to have it."
He then bent over and kissed me. I just smiled and nodded in agreement. I knew I would get Bart to fuck me later. I suppose he knew it too.
We got dressed and we made plans for Phil and Stan to come visit usThanksgiving. I know what's being served.
As we boarded our flight home on Sunday. My ass-hole was still sore and sensitive but purring like a kitten. Bart asked if I enjoyed Power Bottom Appreciation Day. I smiled and nodded. Bart then reminded me that always told him I could handle any fantasy he had.
After extolling the talents of Power Bottoms, Phil and Stan were intrigued. He told me they both wanted to fuck me while on the cruise after he told them I could handle all of them at once. Bart kissed me and said “Thank-you for making my fantasy come true.”
I can’t wait for this year.
Miguel
Miguel
3 comments:
Great story dude. Thanks got letting me know about Power Bottom day.
I'll have my BF read this, maybe he'll get some ideas.
Karel
Que postagem enorme!!!!
poderia simplificar um pouco,mais valeu.
Seu blog é o maximo.
But you read it so thank you
Miguel
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