The focus is on the axle.
A couple of regulars stepped out of the way when he walked in and sat on the stool next to me.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey yourself," I replied.
He appeared to be around twenty, with a surprisingly muscular face even though he had high cheekbones and smooth, velvety skin.
"Aren't you waiting for someone?" He looked around the club. "Got any plans, Todd?"
There was no drink in front of me, but I simply ignored him and continued on my way out.
"I'm Axle. What's your name?"
"Todd."
"I don't really like this place," he said, glancing around. "Got any plans, Todd?"
He was quite the specimen, standing at 5'11", with broad shoulders and clearly well-defined biceps. It's not often you see guys like him.
"It's just Todd. And I don't have any plans." I glanced down at my drink.
He laughed, a high-pitched and lively sound. "You think I'm trying to hit on you?"
That put me on edge. I'm not too fond of being sized up or judged.
"Yeah, I guess I do." I stared at him, taking in his fit frame and muscular face. "Because you're, what--twenty years younger than me?"
"Shit--get him another," he loudly commanded to the bartender, throwing down a fifty. "--and I'll have the same,"
Axle quickly looked over at the people who were trying to listen in despite his intimidating glance and loud music. "They can't help that I'm young and you're old," he snapped.
"I can't help that either," I said. I was about to leave.
Axle snatched his change and left two bucks for the bartender, then took a big gulp of his drink.
"What is this garbage?" he asked.
"It's rye," I responded. "Canadian rye, to be precise."
"Shit!" he exclaimed, taking another sip.
I had to smile, this guy was something else.
"Don't try to act superior to me, Axle. I've gotten enough of that crap at work."
Axle stood up and turned his body to face the sleazy bystanders. "I didn't ask for "He turned back towards me, a somewhat sullen expression on his face. "Why is this place so full of women?"
"It's a gay bar," I told him. "What did you expect?"
"I've never been in one before. My girlfriend kicked me out of the house last night, so I came here to find out what's going on."
I raised an eyebrow and glanced at his tight-fitting t-shirt. "Do I need to tell you that this outfit doesn't make you look gay?"
"So do I look gay to you?" he chuckled, seemingly amused by my reaction. "Just look at me. I'm big and well-built, with a V-shaped body."
Joe, the bartender, smirked, clearly not buying it.
"So you're not gay, but you want to know if I have plans?" I asked calmly.
"Yeah, that's right," he answered. "I'm like a cute little mothafucka, Todd." He took another big sip and eyed me seductively.
His face was surprisingly smooth, with a strong jawline and full lips, all set against a dark, attractive complexion. "The truth is, I'm shaken up being here. It's not my scene, you know?"
"Then let's leave," I suggested.
Axle gave me a sideways glance before quickly scanning the room. "Yeah? Really? Follow me."
I noticed his eyes were wide with nervousness. "Where do you want to go?"
"Home. I need a man right now. That's why I'm here." He took a long, deep breath, his lips puckering into a pout. "You see, when my girlfriend acts up, I start thinking of other things. This evening, I didn't just think about it."
I put a twenty note on the bar and nodded to Joe. Axle waited for his drink to be prepared before sliding it over mine to touch glasses.
His young voice was soft and husky as he leaned close. "Are you going to tell me the truth? The thought of being here scares me. This is not my type of place, Todd--it's kind of creepy."
"Then let's go." I pushed my drink away, ready to leave.
Axle looked around nervously. "Yeah? Really? Where to?"
I didn't trust the genuineness of his question. "Home."
I acknowledged his statement. I had considered whether he had never been in a gay bar before, but I recognized that look—the same look I had the first time I went to one, so many years ago. That look was genuine. That look lent him credibility. That look can't be faked.
He pushed my drink toward me, then took a swig from his. "I'm not sure—am I really attracted to you? Does your face remind you of boxing in college? 'Cause I'm not planning on returning tonight, she'll get upset," he commented, his eyes falling on the curl of hair escaping from the opened collar of my loosened, tied shirt. "Ah, so—honestly—"
"...It's Todd, isn't it?" I countered his anxiety with an unassuming, unthreatening expression.
"...Right, man—Todd," he said, grinning rapidly, his white teeth standing out. "—this?" He pointed to his chest. "This isn't an act, believe me? I'm frightened, alright?—" he glanced to his right, then turned back, his baggy-jeaned leg daring to touch mine. He mumbled into his drink. "You're actually quite large…"
"...And you're not?"
He laughed, his lips spread wide. He raised his rye in purposeful display of his muscular bicep. "—I am, it's true—that's no lie!” He laughed, then frowned. “—she doesn’t say it! She just thinks it's all about her, the queen bee, the..." He became more relaxed as the whiskey took over his youthful limits.
"Let's get to the point, here, Axle."
"What do you mean?"
"When you don't want your girlfriend, what do you think about?"
"You mean with a guy?" His voice dropped.
"Yes—with a man, Axle. With another man."
"Shit," he laughed, then paused—then drank—then laughed again and frowned.
"Axle..."
"—ok, Todd-man—I hear you. Shit. It's not easy for me, okay?—give me some space, man—hey." He swirled his rye with a finger, appearing lost in thought. "—not that gay porn shit, man—not that gay shit. I won't blow someone or anything. I just...don't smile, okay?" His finger shot out, frantically pointing at my face.
"Who's laughing?"
"Yeah—I get it—cool. Cool with Axle, right?" His eyes searched mine.
I extended an emphatic handshake to him.
"Yes—then, man—I've never told this to anyone before—feel me?" He took a quick sip. His eyes scanned the room. "—I see myself with a white guy—older—a real man—like you, man—
—somewhere nice—no one intruding or causing any problems, or whatever.—door locked," he turned his glass with both hands, staring at it intently, "—and I'm posing for the guy. And he's sitting there...opening his shirt...undressing…" He laughed and then gulped down his drink, then shrugged—then gazed around. "—just like that!"
I remained silent.
Axle raised his glass to his lips, the ice clinking. "—that's it—that's all."
He stared at me, assessing my reaction.
"...And then?"
He shrugged. "—and then? Well, by then my sexual desire has dissipated, man—and I don’t want to think about it anymore!” His brows tried to furrow, but they were too smooth. "—it's like my personal homemade porno film in my head when I'm having sex with her, man. And I reach a point, and the orgasm, and boom—it's over!" He spread his hands.
"How old are you, Axle?"
"Why do you ask?"
He gazed around, still on the chair as if he was at ease just talking.
I was far from it. It was now or never. "I've got a place. Nobody will be there or enter. Three locks on the door. A sofa..."
He pulled me back onto the stool, his grip as strong as steel, his voice slightly shaky with apprehension. "...no gay stuff, right, buddy? --no..."
"...I've got two bedrooms. Do you want another round of drinks? You changed your mind suddenly? Don't feel like it?" I shrugged. "It's fine. Whatever. You go to bed, I go to mine. I'll prepare breakfast for you. You patch things up with your girlfriend." I stood up, waiting.
He gulped down his drink.
"Careful on the streets," Joe said, rolling his eyes.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Wow!" Axle rushed toward the glass sliding doors. "--I've only seen this view in pictures before, man! Do you guys sit out here sometimes?"
I flung my jacket over the couch. "Go ahead--it can be a little windy, though. Want another drink?"
"Can you put something in it this time? --like Pepsi?"
I went to the kitchen, observing how his jeans couldn't possibly conceal his well-defined soccer ball butt--a butt that his height, broad back, and developed shoulders complemented perfectly. I heard him moving deck chairs around as I searched for my Crown Royal--Crown Royal, and a Diet Coke.
Axle was right. He had a guy's body--a fantastic physique for someone so young. Only his face, energy, and teenager's confusion betrayed his age.
I didn't allow myself even a fleeting thought about what I could potentially enjoy from that teen thug's physique. Instead, I used my foot to open the door.
"Whoah," Axle gawped at the view outside. "--I've never seen the lake before! THIS is Chicago?---sht---" He put two wooden chairs together--close together--his Nike shoes on the railing. "--not MY Chicago, man--fck!!!"
My balcony is in the middle of a curved building, my condo visible from those on the outer edges. I enjoy privacy when I'm home, but Axle seemed like a kid in front of a Macy's Christmas window. He clinked my glass so enthusiastically, it nearly spilled.
"I've never been this high in my life!" he sipped his drink, "--what are those buildings?--the round ones down there?"
"--granaries--full of wheat. They fill those barges with it," I repositioned myself to observe his broad shoulder area and upper back, surprised by the cuteness of Axle's little ears. His head was nearly shaved, the nape neatly trimmed and squared-off.
He obviously took pride in his natural appearance--no earring, nothing gaudy, no rings or apparent tattoos.
"Barges? What's that?" a look of inquisitiveness shone in his large, dark-lashed eyes.
"Flatboats--and out there? Cargo ships--the ones with the small lights on them."
"Holy sh*t! I would work on one of those ships, man--no questions asked, man! I hate construction..." He started to complain out at the night sky, using his hands to perform rap gestures.
Meanwhile, I loosened my tie and began unbuttoning my shirt.
"'hey, Axle,' they call out, 'swing that sledgehammer, buddy!', they teased my ass--always they hoot and--." His eyes suddenly became really white. "--hey! What's up?"
I simply shrugged. "It's nice and warm out here."
There was a long, long pause. A siren from a cop car echoed through the streets below.
"Very solidly built, huh?"
His voice shifted nearly an octave lower, his eyes getting heavy-lidded--the manly side awakening. "--big hairy pecs, huh?" He licked his lip.
I spread my shirt.
"Big nipples, too." His eyes moved slowly towards my chest, passion overwhelming his rhythm--his tempo.
I imagined Axle in bed with his woman and left my hands on my abs, raising my muscular pectorals towards him, curious about how shy he would be with a guy.
This scenario wasn't part of his fantasy. He wasn't striking a pose in the living room while I watched. It was me on the balcony, stripping for him, and I wondered how reserved he'd be with a man.
As my hand touched the back of his short-haired head, I pushed him gently. I gratified myself when I felt his teeth scraping along my nipple, followed by his tongue licking me.
"Axle likes these, doesn’t he?" I whispered in his ear while rubbing my forehead against his pleasant scent. "--He's seen big, hairy chests on the job, right?"
"--Bossman Scarlotti has one," he responded, his warm breath touching my chest hair.
"You see the men dripping sweat, mopping their shirts..." I spoke while he was licking my nipples. "...beating away at the cold, hard concrete."
"--Jackhammering," he echoed simultaneously, his mouth caressing each nipple in turn. He used his lips to French kiss me, sucking on my nipples, nibbling, then savoring them. I couldn't help but pant against his head. He made me kiss his fragrant scalp.
With a single, agile movement, he was off the chair and kneeling between my legs, yanking off my shirt. His handsome face burrowed in the thick bush dividing my breasts.
"A boy needs a man now and then, doesn't he, Axle?--A man who understands, who won't judge..."
"...Hold me tight," his voice sounded muffled under my pecs while he fiddled with my sleeves.
I quickly released myself from his grip while he successfully removed both his vest and shirt, exposing his broad, thick frame. Standing up completely, he hugged me, his well-developed, dense arms gripping my shoulders and his face pressed against my neck. "Hold me tight. Hold your son close," he whispered against my stubble-covered cheek, his breath hot and intimate.
Knowing that he admired my body, I slid under his arms and marveled at the width of his lats. I spread my legs widely and pulled him against me, feeling his hairy chest rub against me and our nipples rubbing against each other.
"I don't mean 'blackboy', understand?" he asked, kissing my earlobe. "--Not that way--not a racist thing..."
"...Just stop...I won't..."
"...I'm not what the other brothers are--no huge erection--but I possess what they do not have," he reassured me, his lips grazing my skin.
"The kind of man you need, a fatherly figure..."
"...I don't have that--only my mother..."
"And Wanda? She's not a man..." he licked my neck, his lips brushing against my ear and his breath soft, almost inaudible. "...not a big..." he stopped at my neck and kissed it tenderly again. "...not a strong muscle dad to console me and make me feel like I'm wanted. Show me some hope."
His need fed my heart, sparking desire, as my biceps tensed against his back. "Don't worry, I'll be there for you--I'm the one who'll take care of you, Axle, keeping you safe."
His hands grabbed the back of my head, pushing me into his lips. His mouth kissed me softly while his tongue caressed mine, bathing it with his saliva, exploring it, washing it, stroking it. Though he was nineteen, his kisses were natural, smooth, knowing exactly what to do.
The wooden chair unsteadily rocked as Axle broke off from the kiss. He edged away from me before removing his grip on my head, leaving me panting and wiping my mouth. Watching him, I admired his two round, disproportionately large breasts.
"...No, I don't have the big, twelve-inch dk thing going on..." his fingers toyed with the obvious bulge hiding in his jock strap. "...I've got ts. And something else, too."
"I don't mind, Axle," but my eyes were saying he was far too humble - something huge was itching to break out of that pouch, "size isn't an issue..."
"There are tons of brothers with massive members - skinny dudes - always feeling their dick - bragging and all that," Now free of his pants, Axle leaned against the railing, his round butt swaying over the edge. "Shit," a smile spread across his face, "- they can't even get hard - have to squeeze their balls before they can fuck!" Axle ran his hands over his satin abs to cup his firm, perky nipples. "- I've seen those porn movies, man -" he laughed, his voice rich and throaty, "- no, I don't have a dick like that - just a regular one - gets hard as a rock in a heartbeat - large fat head on it...."
I watched him rub his pecs, squeezing the full, curvaceous slabs - a construction worker's breasts, with no hint of steroid assistance - beautiful in their ripe, youthful, perky, strong, upturned fullness. As he became more relaxed and at ease, his dark complexion became further accentuated, almost like a gangster's face - as if he was getting more comfortable being with me. "...got these big beautiful tits for my white daddy to play with and suck on..." He looked down at them, removing his hands, then squeezing his nipples into pebbles. "- sorry they're not hairy..."
"Jesus, Axle..."
He laughed again, full of teenage horniness and tease, "- but I've got manly hair where it counts, daddy! Under my arms -" He raised both elbows to the sky, hands behind his neck, his muscular armpits full of thick, curly hair, his triceps bulging, along with his delts. "...and down there, man - lots of it! Turns me on, man. Fuck...." He used his thumbs to pull his waistband down, a huge wedge of wooly black pubic hair protruding out between his sleek, hairless, black thighs.
"Yeah," he smiled at me mischievously, letting his waistband snap back, "- this baby's just normal," he patted his pouch, then made sure I was looking, "- but these babies definitely aren't!" Axle hooked his finger into the side of his netted pouch, letting loose a sack full of velvety balls so huge and heavy, they fell like two smooth river rocks from a purse of generous man-folds - a sight so potent and youthful, I couldn't imagine how much seed they could produce, but knew I would see it before the night was over.
"Sweet Jesus..."
Axle laughed, gathering them back into his hand, one of them falling over the edge. "Yes, oh YES! I may be a boy, but I KNOW what makes a man, a man! - It's how big his load is! - And these babes are holding a whole bucketful of buttermilk!"
With unabashed enthusiasm and nonchalance, Axle stepped out of his briefs to stand proudly and lewdly naked for my voyeuristic enjoyment out on the outdoor front balcony. Only the dim light from the living room illuminated his dark chocolate physique - a muscular, gleaming masterpiece, shrouded in darkness, the night reveling in his classic sculpture.
"Axle..."
"- boy! Call me your BOY, daddy," his voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, reminiscent of our roleplay, which for him was filled with longing. He raised his arms to the sky and sucked in his abs, his muscular pecs protruding with defined abs, his manly nipples standing proud, his armpits deep and hairy, all reflecting whatever light was available. His cock - bigger and fatter than any cock I'd seen and call "normal" - stood imposingly stiff, over a pair of truly humungous, soft, velvety testes. And yes, his curly kinky black pubic hair looked erotic - nestled deeply in the plush folds of his broad Apollo's belt as it descended from his strong intercostals, below his deep, well-defined navel, and between his powerful thunder thighs.
"Pose for me, boy."
The words were instantly offensive, coming from my educated, politically correct, liberated mouth.
But for Axle, they were like an aphrodisiac - a verbal Viagra - making his jet-black cock instantly swell to an eight-inch, vein-pulsing, girth-blessed powerhouse, capsulated by a wide, purple head.
Training his hungry-for-approval eyes on me, Axle swung into a double biceps - his arms transforming into polished black marble - his shot-put delts striating into an awe-inspiring weave of unbelievable strength. He flexed his abs, his intercostals driving the gaze down the impressive Apollo's belt onto the sudden onslaught of cock hair swirling around his youthful hard cock, and gigantic, velvety testes.
At last, Axle was living his dream-posing nude for an older, bare-chested man who was unbuttoning his pants. I removed my belt as this guy leaned to one side on his knee-turning his impressive torso towards me-then stretching his arms behind him and clasp his hands, displaying his massive triceps and muscular pecs. He grinned widely, showing his perfect teeth, then observed me undoing my snap.
There was no mischief in my intentions since I was about to remove my pants and shorts simultaneously when I observed Axle's frozen gaze-his thirsty, is-this-actually-happening expression of amazement. It reminded me of my initial encounter-how the guy stripped before the door had even been shut-how impatient he was for me to see his nudity.
Hesitating before I unzipped, I stood up and assisted Axle to his feet-even though he didn't require it-my fingers lingering on the definition of his triceps and immersing into his deep furry armpits. I regarded him, pointed towards my railing, muttering, "If I had your physique, I'd simply stare at myself in the mirror all day long."
"I wish I had your muscular body, father," his reverent tone bordered on laughter-but I'm not embarrassed by my body-but at my age, my abs aren't chiseled but rather rugged and fuzzy, blending my body creating an aesthetically pleasing unified whole.
But there was no mistaking that look-the same look I'd once had satisfied gazing at Axle's nude, spread-legged magnificence. He yearned for me just as much as I longed for him, driven by our distinct yearnings and backgrounds.
"You refer to my hairy chest, don't you?" In contrast to Axle's taut, glistening pecs, my chest has transitioned into a tactile, warm haven-a muscular, bear-like chest that exudes strength and comfort.
"Yes, sir-a real man's chest!"
I bashed each peak with my fist, followed by flexing them into mammoth mountains.
"Awwwh, shit!" Axle yanked on his colossal penis, wetting his luscious lower lip.
I made my pecs swell and flex while reaching for my zipper, hearing Axle struggle to decide where to focus his gaze. As my pants hit the floor, I realized I'd attended to chores that morning, leading me to don bright red bikini briefs. Tossing off my shoes, socks, and airing my briefs.
"You hang like a brother!"
My cravings reinvigorated Axle, who vigorously swung his arm across my hindquarters, his other hand feeling the girth of my nine-inch penis covered by his skin. His fingers encircled my engorged cock, eliciting a wince. Then, he massaged my hard shaft through the cloth, making me groan.
"Huge white-daddy DICK!" he marveled, his hands wetting his lips. Next, he raised one of his hands between my furry thighs and rubbed my balls, stimulating my testicles against the material of my bikini briefs.
I teetered on the edge of my pleasure, pressing into his large shoulders as I watched his lips spread wide before capturing my balls in his lips.
"UUUhhhhhh," I struggled to maintain my composure. My head fell backward, witnessing him prioritize the fabric between his tongue and my testicles, his tongue gently caressing my hairs, then tickling my scrotum. Extracting it from his mouth and pushing it up to his hungry lips, Axle upended my scrotum.
Feeling it being tugged back against the fabric, there was a massive wet splotch at the top. Pleasurable jolts shot up my resisting shaft as the pressure persisted--my balls tightening in sympathy thanks to the painful sensations my offended cock received.
I loved the steamy situation--the visual stimulation, the raw hardness of another man's erection. Axle was showing no mercy, yanking my bikini to my thighs, causing my cock to yell at me for tolerating this torment. The head was caught under the lip of the waistband, sending waves of horny discomfort into my balls. My large, dark brown pubic hair spread out the stretched top.
"UGH!" It abruptly snapped free, smacking Axle's chin, smacking my stomach, then swaying back and forth, hitting my loose balls nine inches high from my throbbing shaft, the flared tip red and shiny--and infuriated with me.
"Damn!" Axle grinned, his chin wet with my fluid.
"Man, Axle--pick 'em off me, will you--Jesus..."
He immediately stripped me naked, then stood up, grabbing our glistening rods in one hand while fondling my hairy pecs with the other. His wide eyes were scanning my body--looking at my biceps, my saucy areolas, my big nipples, then at our erections, then back up to my face.
My hands were also busy, reaching behind me to finally examine those globular buttocks--my fingers peeling them apart--pulling Axle toward me. His lips attacked my entire mouth, his tongue sword-dueling with mine, incredible sexual warfare, panting and moaning as we kissed another man. He let go of our cocks to play with my balls--his terrific, gigantic tool pounding mine, both of them dripping with cum juice.
I rubbed my hairy chest against his colossal pecs, one finger plunging into his deep crevice, searching for his hidden treasure.
Axle moaned into my mouth, my middle finger skimming his slitpye, probing the tightness. "Oh Daddy!--what are you...?" He arched his tattooed back, his ass suddenly widening like two moons, yearning for more--his taint tunneled into my rigid finger. "Play with it!...This....do it to me!" His hands suddenly began to pump my soaked cock. "She never does that to me...Awwwh, FUCK!"
It was unimaginably tight--entirely intact--his heated, black butt clenching with desire, our bare skin exposed to those passing by for a cigarette.
I pulled away--my nine-inch sword swinging angrily--and sat in the chair. I didn't need to say anything; Axle turned over--peeked at me over his broad shoulder--and bent over toward my face. I smelled traces of Axe bodywash in his recently showered cleft, my nose pushing the crevice open on that smooth, beach ball butt.
I tested the potential by slapping his backside with both hands, causing him to groan as my tongue rasped his pink, virgin pussy.
"OOOoh yeah!--that's it!--that's it!--ooooh, daddy--are you watching me??" Axle turned his head around, trying to keep tabs on me as I licked his succulent ass.
I couldn't get enough--nibbling, gnawing, sucking into that rounded oval, my hands fondling his thick, sizable balls, his cheeks trapping my entire face. When I pulled away for breath, Axle rotated around, his huge, purple-tipped, eight-inch cock sticking up above his hairy, humped cleft--between his bulging thighs--his gigantic testicles thumping, as he draped his legs over my lap. "I want what you have, white daddy," his familiar smile was now a slack-lipped mask of lust, "--and I'm going to HAVE it!"
Axle hunched a bit more to let my bulbous dome ride against his unbroken anus. He used his hips to create friction against my sticky cockhead.
"It's too big for you, Axle..."
"...I'm not your Axle--I'm your boy--and I want it!" His hand clung to my shoulders, his huge, trembling thighs convulsing, his smooth, fat bottom impaled on my first two stained inches.
"OH! Oh, daddy!" His eyes dilated, his lips parting, his towering cock began to wilt.
I took his arms, instructing him to hold my shoulders for support. "Don't move. Let it stretch a bit..."
"....Goddamn, daddy!" His muscles shook, his spread, black ass engulfing my first two inches. [
"...give it a second," I stuck my hands in and grabbed at them, rolling them around in my hands--massaging and stroking them--his thick black meat hanging in his black wool bush. It was as much a sexy distraction for both of us as it was for Axle.
Jesus, it was all I could do to stop my hips from just shooting up and sliding inside. "MMMMmmmmmm," he purred, feeling up his pecs, his ass squirming down another few inches till both he and I felt my studded head touching his guy button. "UUUhhhhhhhhhh," Axle's mouth broke into a grin, his half-erect cock pulsing, the giant member rising in beats to stand tall and proud, fully throttled.
His hands shifted from my shoulders to land on the top of my thighs, the wooden chair creaking under our collective weight as Axle began riding my dick--slowly at first--each time trying to find that magic spot, his cock throbbing at the pleasure.
"Awwwh, f**k," he whined. His arms were wrapped around my thighs, his wide back arched, his innocent ass moving up and down, experiencing all nine inches--then sinking back down on me, rubbing against my sensitive pubic hair.
Hell, even my chest hair was tickling--all the nerve endings in my body humming--feeling his ass lips sucking on my cock, tugging, squishing, rubbing the shaft while his ass bounced. "Uhngg! Ung! Ung! Ung! Ung!" he bounced, his hard, round ass smacking against my flexing abs, his fat balls jarring my lower belly.
I grabbed onto his cock, feeling it slide inside my fist as he pounded his circular, black ass up and down my engorged cock.
"UH!--daddy! Uh! uh! uh! uh! uh! UH!!! I'm gonna....OH! oh! oh! oh!" He froze and stared into my eyes, his gripping asslips clamping like a ring around my meat just below the head, causing me to yelp in surprise, my balls tensing, my whole body trembling.
Dozens of extremely hot currents rose and fell up my shaft, my hips moving quickly to drive my entire, gushing dick into his hot, teen asshole.
"D-D-DADDY!!!----Ohhh, daddy! UHHHHHhhhhh!"
A river of liquid lava sprayed out of his stretched purple hole, splatter my tits, then shot upwards, painting his shoulder. He grabbed it from my hand and took over--his face showing familiar shock and total joy--his pecs heaving up and down, his biceps rolling into a firm mountain. Cords of thick, white liquid shot all over his black body, the perspective setting off my orgasm trigger, sending me into space--my thoughts spinning into an amazing void where all I could see was muscle, flesh and Axle's taut, fat balls slapping my belly, his hot ass dancing as I poured my semen into his guts.
"Oh God, oh god, oh god. OH Fuck!" My head shook back and forth, the chair creaking, my hands rushing over his muscular pecs. With one final thrust, I plunged my ejaculating dick deep inside his ass and rode the wild coaster of desire--savoring the excitement--my heart racing as digestion-after-discharge filled Axle's warm, sweaty cavity.
We melted into an infinite kiss, his beautiful lips totally sealing mine, his tongue exploring my own, the roof of my salivating mouth, diving deep, small moans filling our lungs, our upper bodies merging as our muscles tightened into a one-piece bond only men who love men can achieve.
