Multiple Orgasms

My cock was hard, aching, yearning for his mouth.

Rick leaned over and opened wide, a small stream of saliva drizzling down on the knob of my piece. I could feel his warm breath as I rested my hands on the top of his head, my fingers getting lost in the unruly mop of reddish-brown hair, and as his lips and tongue met my member, for some reason, I flashed on an image of him from earlier in the day ...

... We'd been dating for well over a year and were spending an awful lot of time together. Of course with Rick living out west and me in The Garden State, a lot of air travel was involved - but distance does indeed lend enchantment - therefore we both found great discount rates to fly almost across the country just so we could spend time together ... anyway, earlier in the day, I was at the Philadelphia airport waiting for his flight. I sipped coffee to keep me awake as it was only five AM on that cold November morning as I perused the early edition of the paper, and after about a half an hour I caught site of him coming into the holding area.


He wore a leather jacket that was open, a black scarf was draped around his neck, his hair was flopping up and down as he anxiously made his way to me, the jeans he was wearing fit him nicely, and on his feet were a blindingly white pair of sneakers. God help me, but it was as if I had not seen him in years, and he looked so damn ... handsome.



...with his mouth on my cock, I gasped. He swallowed my stalk while his tongue rubbed around the bottom end of it. I threw my head back, engulfed in pleasure. He was naked except for the leather jacket that he kept on. I reached around and grabbed at one of his nipples, pinching and holding it tightly ... a primal moan echoed up though he remained on my piece. Then I pushed his head down further, he gagged but never removed himself. I lay back and closed my eyes for a second while my boyfriend continued giving me a blow job...

...in the car at the airport, we put his suitcase in the back seat and then climbed into the front. The lot was empty as we sat in the car waiting for the heater to kick in and warm up the interior. We kissed, and then without a word, he unzipped my jeans, and I smiled and did the same to him. And then we slouched back a bit and jerked each other off, keeping one eye on our surrounding and the other on the task at hand. In a matter of minutes with both shot a couple of healthy loads all over each other and laughed. We cleaned up quickly with a few paper towels, and just before we drove off, he noticed a small string of my jizz on the sleeve of his leather jacket. He licked it off and then kissed me, and I tasted myself in his mouth.

After awhile, Rick adjusted himself so that his cock was at my mouth, while he was still sucking me off. 69 was fine and I attacked my beautiful guy's rod with as much enthusiasm as he did mine. As always, the faint odor of Ivory soap and musk greeted me as I came in close to his bush of dark red pubic hair. In a matter of seconds I began tasting his seed as his cock leaked precum. I reached up and grasped his firm ass checks, squeezing them and pushing him further into my mouth. I felt his body shiver ... and still he continued slurping away on my manhood...

We stopped at a diner in South Philadelphia for breakfast and he commented on the funny way that people talked in this part of the city, and then when the waitress came by to refi
ll our coffees she said to him, rather matter of factly, "You ain't from around here, are ya' hon?" and he gave her one his rather flat smiles and said, "No, mam, I'm from Ohio". The waitress, an older woman with a huge silver beehive considered what he said and then replied, "You can tell, you got manners, that's rare these days."

We left her a big tip and drove back to New Jersey. In the car, as a light snow outside began to fall, we chatted for a bit, and then I told him that i liked that leather jacket of his. "I thought you might" he smirked. Then I grabbed his crotch and said, "Keep it o
n when we get home, I want to fuck you while your wearing it..."

Now I am laying flat, Rick is sitting on my cock, facing me, looking down at me. His face is contorted in a mask of pain, his hair, slick with sweat. His chest is shiny with perspiration also, he is still wearing the leather jacket. I reach up and grab his tits and yank on them and he roars out in anguish. And yet, his cock is standing straight up and with a free hand, he jerks it while he is bobbing up and down on me, sending me to untold places of pleasure. His ass is so tight and my cock is being squeezed and coaxed while it is deep inside of him.

He starts cursing me out, he calls me a bastard, when I pinch his tits again and he throws his head back while his eyes roll up. Just then he grabs onto his cock and starts yanking in earnest and shoots a monster load of juice that squirts up and lands all over my neck and chin.

When I see this, I feel a wave of pleasure hit me, it seems to roll up from the base of my feet until it envelopes everything and I can not seem to catch my breath as my orgasm hits and I begin bucking and I shift my hips upward and call out his name followed by a stream of obscenities... and then wave after wave of pleasure takes me over as my head fills with colors all borne of this beautiful guy who is sharing my bed.

When we got back to my apartment we showered together, it did not take long for the bot
h of us to start pawing at each other, our naked bodies bathed in hot soapy water. At one point Rick grabbed my arm and yanked it back and then bit me hard on the neck and for all the world I thought of that painting of Dante and Virgil in hell witnessing the naked men attack each other. I always liked that painting, and figured that if hell was really like that, I'd have no problem in the afterlife.

We continued wrestling around in the shower until we ended up in a clinch, each holding onto the other's cock, and we jerked off bringing the other to an orgasm while the hot spray of water caressed our bodies.

Dried off, but still horny, we made our way to the bedroom. Rick slipped back into the leather jacket and I watched as his cock sprang back. We drew into each other's arms and began kissing until he pushed me down to the bed and then
Rick leaned over and opened wide, a small stream of saliva drizzling down on the knob of my piece. I could feel his warm breath as I rested my hands on the top of his head, my fingers getting lost in the unruly mop of reddish-brown hair, and as his lips and tongue met my member, for some reason, I flashed on an image of him from earlier in the day ...