Men's Night Out

MEN’S NIGHT OUT
By Harry Bancroft
(Cummin’Up.Vol1.No2.1989)

It had been an entire week — an eternity — since I'd seen Sal. But we were going to make up for it. We glided into each other's arms and our moist lips met in a warm kiss. Pulling each other close, we exulted in the feel of our naked cocks rubbing lovingly, one against the other. His tongue slid past my lips and probed my mouth with sensual thrusts. My tongue met his and forced it back into his own mouth. The back and forth movements made my dick want to do the same thing.

Sal reached down between us and took both cocks in his strong hand and worked them. "Mmm, that feels good! I've missed you, buddy." 

"The feeling," I said, my voice hoarse with passion, "is mutual." We sat on the edge of the big double bed and I leaned back and let Sal run his smooth fingers up and down the shaft of my quivering cock meat. Through passion-slitted eyes, I watched him lick his lips in gleeful anticipation as his sea blue eyes worshipped my hard slab of turgid male flesh. He slid from the bed on his knees in front of me, his head lowered and I felt his hot breath on the head of my dick. His fingers encircled the base of my meat, holding it tightly as he gently but insistently moved them up and down. With a soul felt cry of primal hunger, he dipped his head between my legs and his mouth and tongue attacked the warm, damp flesh of my inner thighs. His tongue licked my tingling skin, moving toward my balls and then moving away at the last second in a teasing, tantalizing maneuver designed to drive me up the wall. It did a good job, too. It was a marvellous feeling and yet frustrating at the same time. And then, just when I was about to grab his head and push his mouth where it belonged, I felt his lips enclose my balls and suck my sac deep into the warm, wet cavity of his mouth. He had a way of tongue-moving my nuts back and forth in his mouth while jerking my dick with his fingers that was no less than sensational. I thought I was going to go through the ceiling with excitement. My jism was boil-ing up in my balls, getting ready to shoot up and out my super stiff dick.

Then Sal abandoned my balls and dipped his blond head deeper. I knew his next target, so I lifted my butt from the bed so he could spread my cheeks and stick his tongue into my expectant asshole. Sal had a storehouse of tricks to keep a guy going and there were times he delighted in showing me the lot of them. Needless to say, I delighted in them, too. His tongue twirled over that hot, puckered opening, planting juicy kisses all over and around it. The pleasure was so intense that it was kind of a relief when he started kissing and licking upward to my dick again.

His tongue licked the sides of my hard shaft and then the tip. Then his mouth opened wide and he took the knobbed head of my dick, enclosing it into his loving mouth. I leaned back on the bed with my eyes half closed and a look of supreme joy on my face. To think I'd been without this for an entire week! Seven days. One hundred sixty eight hours. It was unbelievable that I could have lasted that long without him. One thing was also certain — Sal enjoyed sucking my cock as much as I enjoyed him sucking it. I could tell that by the loving way he massaged my balls, and the loving way he worked his tight-lipped mouth on my shaft as he worked up and down, occasionally twisting it to give me additional pleasure. His hands left my genitals so he could slide his fingers up under my ass cheeks and probe the tight, puckered opening of my asshole. His tongue had wet the way, and now his fingers inserted themselves like wiggling squirming worms burrowing in deep and insistent.

Between his cocksucking mouth and his ass fucking fingers, I was a goner. I gasped, "I'm coming, Sal. I'm coming, coming coming, commmmmmiiiiinnnnnnggggg!" His mouth went wild on my erupting dick, sucking frantically, gulping down my jetting jism as fast as it spurted out in streams and squirts from my wide open piss hole. He moaned deliriously, enjoying the taste and the feel of my thick, hot cum as it streamed over his tongue and down his gulping throat.

Even when I stopped shooting my load and had collapsed on the bed in a heaving heap of drained protoplasm, Sal kept on sucking, determined not to let any stray drops of my precious man fluid escape. After a while I had to pull him up beside me and kiss his jism-sticky lips and tell him how wonderful it was.

He smiled proudly and said, "Your turn!"

Sal's dick was up — hard and ready. When I touched it, it trembled with excitement. I took it gently in my fist and milked it with a slow but steady movement, pleased by the look of contentment on my best buddy's handsome face. When I slid to my knees in front of him, he spread his thighs wide apart for me. For a long moment I just played with his hot, beautiful dick, staring at the smooth erect shaft and the hairy balls hanging under it that had given me so much pleasure over all these years. All the troubles and problems of the outside world were temporarily gone when Sal and I got together like this. Once a week didn't seem like enough, but it was better than nothing.

He shuddered as the tip of my tongue met the tip of his dick. I licked his dickhead all over before moving down under it to tickle his thick, ridged knob, the way he liked me to do it. I licked and slurped his dick up and down and all around. I took the swollen head between my wet lips and sucked on it as hard as I could, all the while letting my tongue flutter all around it. He threw back his head and murmured, "Oh — that feels good! That feels so-o-o-o good. Harry." His fingers clenched the bed blanket as he lifted his crotch upward towards my mouth.

I knew just how he felt, having recently been there myself. In addition, I enjoyed sucking on Sal’s big dick. There's something about having a man's hard dick in my mouth that gives me an incredible feeling of everything being all right with the world, and I enjoyed every minute and every inch of Sal's especially. I didn't have to look down at my own crotch to realize I had myself another class-A hard dick again.

He gasped and shuddered some more, and I knew he'd been worked up to his coming point. When I felt his hands on my head, holding me gently, I was sure of it. He pumped his dick into my face then, moving harder and faster and with more erratic thrusts — and his hot, thick cream came rushing out in a wild cataract, spilling his creamy juice down my eagerly convulsing throat As he done to me, I sucked his last drops and then sucked some more just to make sure I had it all. Finally, I let it slide out of my mouth and I stood up.

His sea blue eyes were alight with love and satisfaction. But when his gaze fell on my inflamed crotch and my impressive erection, he sucked in his breath and said, “My god — you're hard as a rock again."

I let him verify that with his hands as well as his eyes. "The better to fuck you with, old buddy," I told him. "All week long I've been dreaming of sticking my big hard dick up your tight and tender asshole."

With a squeal of approval, Sal leapt from the bed and went to the dresser, where he stood over it with his palms flat on the surface, his back arched and his legs apart. It was no accident that I'd brought along condoms and lubricating jelly. I smeared the jelly on his hot, quivering asshole and pulled a condom down over my dick. Then, spreading his cheeks with both hands, I pressed the tip of my rubber-clad cock against his slippery asshole and gently but insistently squeezed it into him.

Once I had it all the way in him I had to pause for a moment to catch my breath and control my emotions so I wouldn't shoot off my blast right then and there. I'd had virgins who weren't as tight as this guy. Then I firmly grabbed his hips in both hands and hammered my dick into his hot bowels, moving slowly but forcefully, going in deep, pulling out almost to the tip, then ramming it home again. Sal moaned with pleasure and wriggled his ass back against me in sensual counterpoint to my thrusting.

I hadn't gone more than a dozen, long deep strokes before I had to plunge my thick dick all the way in and hold it there while his ass muscles squeezed the jism out of my spasming dick  as I shot another big wad.

The time really whizzes on by when a guy's having that kind of fun with his asshole buddy, doesn't it? But now we both had to leave and do other things, so we showered, dressed, kissed al the motel door, and promised to meet again the following Thursday — the traditional husband's bowling night in our circles.

We drove off in different directions, Sal and I, without further delay. After all — our wives and families were at home waiting for us.