Date: Fri, 6 Dec 2019 21:06:46 +0000 From: "out-cast@hotmail.com" Subject: Unrestrained Sex I don't know the guy, but when he approaches, I know what he wants. Instinctively. It is visible in his manner, I can almost smell sex on him. Of course, when a man approaches you after dark near a remote rural cruising spot, it isn't difficult to guess what his intentions are. "Hey, lovely," he says, confirming my suspicions. I turn towards him. Not replying, but signalling my interest nonetheless. He is cute, young though, not a child or even adolescent anymore, but younger than most men I have been with. Well-build, his tight clothes betray a good set of legs, nice definition to his chest and shoulders. Probably not a body-builder � I can overpower him in an instant if I so wish � but he looks strong enough to endure my attentions once I get going. I fall for guys. It is ironic therefore that in everyday life I mostly seem to attract females, women fawning over me, falling in love with me. Girls wanting to expend all their love on me, even if I don't reciprocate their devotion. They think I am a grumpy old man, but in truth I just love guys, their beautiful, gracefully sleek bodies, their musky smell, and especially their unrelenting overwhelming sex-drive. "Are you up for some action, gorgeous?" In response, I step forward and press myself against his chest, looming over him. He wraps his arms tightly around my neck in return, pushing his face into the nape on my neck and inhaling deeply with a groan of satisfaction. He grinds himself against my leg and I can feel his erection rubbing against me. The feeling of this young man against my skin, inviting me, makes my balls contract. My belly dissolves in butterflies and I can feel my cock starting to react. Fuck, I want this so much. I push the boy down onto his knees. Not that that takes much effort as he drops readily enough, eager to get his hands onto my manhood. He massages my balls and grabs my growing cock just behind the head. "Fuck, you're big!" I know I am and I am proud of it, even if it does put men off sometimes. Not this kid though. He rubs and massages me until I am rock hard, my long cock slapping against my belly when he lets it slip from his grasp. His lips seal themselves around my dickhead as he tries to take as much of me into his throat as possible. He's good at this. I have to let him get on with things, try to stop myself from thrusting my monster deep into his gullet. With his mouth and both hands he services my cock and balls, licking, rubbing, sucking and kneading. His tongue traces me from piss-slit to balls; the lad groans with pleasure as he sticks his nose between my balls and inhales deeply. His attentions keep on coming, too much too soon. I do not want to erupt now, not yet. I step back from the guy to take him out of his reverie. It seems to work, as he gets up from his knees and looks around. "There, that's perfect," he says, "come!" I follow him to the massive tree stump in the corner of the field. There the kid drops his pants and bends over, offering me his backside. Two pert perfect globes flanking the puckered hole that promises so much. I run my tongue along the crack, probing the hole, teasing the lad, who's trembling with anticipation and fear. When he is slick with saliva, I line up my long fat cock to his taut arse. "Please, be gentle with me." Smoothly, I push my big head between his cheeks, increasing the pressure as his butthole begins to yield. He's so tight! A virgin, perhaps?! I am starting to worry I may not fit. Not that I am going to give up on this fuck that easily. The guy pants and groans as I force his ring to open further and further, until suddenly my engorged dickhead breaks through the defences and the first four or five inches of my meat punch into him. He yelps in shock. Shaking with excitement, but still in control � just � I hold still to allow him to adjust, only for a few moments. I revel in the sensation of his arse gripping my shaft like a vice, I love feeling the warm velvety inside of his gut stretched around my fat dickhead. As his breathing eases, I lean in and slowly sink ever more of my cock into him. The lad groans with anguish the deeper I go. I don't want to hurt him, or at least not more than I need to. "Slowly, please," he pleads. I comply, my rod delicately probes into him inch by inch, past the inner barrier and into his gut. Short tender strokes that rub along his prostrate. He shudders with pleasure and starts to relax. "Oh yes! Oh God, that's it. Careful! Careful ... oh dear God! That's good." Ten inches in, about half way, my self-control finally breaks. My strokes turn to thrusts. Longer, deeper, harder. Another three inches deeper in a single thrust, the lad squeals panicky. The next drive goes two inches deeper again and he screams now, but it's too late, I can no longer control my actions. With two more mighty thrusts, I bottom out inside him, all 20 massive inches of fat cock impaling the guy. I am fucking him with long deep lunges, hammering his belly so hard he recoils against the tree stump. My balls bounce off his backside every time I slam the entire length of my fuck-pole into his body, driving the air from his lungs. I can feel the pressure building inside my balls, not much longer now. He's stopped pleading with me, just sobbing and muttering encouragement to himself now between his panting. My first shot of cum floods his gut. "Ah, yes! Oh that's it, fill me ... ooh hell, so much!" I continue to fuck his arse while three or four more bursts deposit over a pint of cum inside him. The pumping action of my fat, tightfitting cock drives my juice deep into his innards. "So much, too much ... Oh my ... Oh fuck!" A few more thrusts, less frantic now. A few more contractions of my almost empty balls. His anguished cries ease. And then it's over. My cock, already deflating, slips from him. I lower my front legs from the tree stump onto the ground and step back. There's a patch of particularly lush grass a couple of yards away; I stroll over and leisurely nibble at it. From the corner of my eye I watch the lad. He's still lying on the stump, sobbing and laughing alternately. His hole gapes shamelessly. Seconds ago, it had been stretched to within an inch of its life by my massive horse cock. Cum streams down his legs into the trousers around his ankles. It takes him five minutes to regain enough strength to stand upright, swaying, and pull up his soaked pants. Gingerly he walks over and pats my neck. I lick the tears from his cheek and nuzzle his chest, storing the sweaty musky smell of unrestrained sex in my memory. "I'll be back," he promises, "when I've recovered from tonight. Soon! The next time it will be even better."