"Fuck", I say to him, "if you had a pencil dick, you'd be sliding in there now, right up to your balls, all nine or ten inches of you."
"Ten," he says in my ear, nuzzling me.
"Ok, ten," I say, my mouth now at his ear. "Whatever," I smirk. 'Ten' I know it is. It's our private joke. We'd measured it how many times. I'd run the tape from his pubes to level with the slit in his dick. 'Nine. Okay, nine and a quarter," I would say. He'd grab the tape, run it from his pubes up and round the curve of his head to the slit. "Ten, he would say, "See," pinching off the tape between his thumb and forefinger. "Ten."
"Okay," I say, "Ten." His moment of false triumph. I am just as long, and just as big around. Ten. Hard. Six around. Just a little more. Thumb to forefinger. Metal tab to just beyond the '6' on the tape. And cut.
And he's cut. Beautiful mushroom head, ringed with a nice corona. Purple when it is engorged and he is throbbing. Shaft shiny smooth when he is hard, the skin sliding up and down nicely. Nicely veined. One of the attributes I particularly like. But where mine is more or less a straight shaft from head to pubes, his, just below the head, sort of flares out into kind of a bulge. Just a nick over the seven and a eighth around at its biggest - when he is really hard, - then tapers to six, and six all the way down into his pubes.
From what I know of anal anatomy, it's getting this bulge through the sphincters that is the challenge. What it feels like is my sphincters, the inner sphincter especially, can just about manage to stretch to accommodate it and that's all. Once that bulge is through and into my passage, we can rock and roll all we want. But getting it through there, it feels like he's tearing my guts apart. Moreso when we're just getting back together after any time apart. It's almost like the very first time, except then we didn't know what was happening, and now we do.
It is his head we are working to get in. I am on my back, knees bent to my shoulders, cheeks of my ass open to him. He's between my legs, his dick to my asshole. With my hands I spread my cheeks further. He pushes, and I roll my ass around it, rocking and rolling my pelvis wanting it, eager, anxious that he get it in.
"We need a shoe horn," he snorts.
"Yeah? Well, your turn is coming," I snort back.
Rocking and rolling.
Then, suddenly, "Ahngh," that moment, expected, wanted, but always a surprise, when he's breached the outer ring, and he's inside of me. 'Yes. Yes,' I say to myself. 'Good. So good. We've achieved penetration. We are going to be together. Again.'
He's stretching out now on top of me. Belly to belly. I wrap my legs around his back, my arms around his shoulders. He slithers his arms beneath me, wrapping them around me. His dick is still in my asshole. Just. Fuck, does it feel good to be holding him again.
He curls his hips into mine, and I curl mine to meet his. We are both pushing against each other. I'm bearing down on him, grunting. A prolonged guttural 'unnnnngh', intensifying the push to take him in.
'I want you. I want you so much,' I am saying to myself, 'Oh, I want you. Way up inside me. Filling me. Like nothing else fills me.'
I push harder, - 'unnnnngh', - and again, 'unnnnngh'.
'Agony,' I muse. 'The agony and the ecstasy.' Ancient Greek. Agon. The 'challenge.' The athletic or physical challenge. More precisely the 'struggle.' The lifting of the weight. The running of the race. The swimming of the lap. Then the lift achieved. The tape broached. The end touched. And then the ecstasy. The indescribably joyful satisfaction of having struggled, and of topping out. The laurel.
'Fuuuuuuuuuuuuu', every muscle in my body tensing. I feel him beginning to come in. Just. That's all. But in. Success. Again tensing, "Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah," and again, "Yeaaah!," pushing again, "Yeaaaaaah!" I let go of the breath I had been holding. We are not there yet, but I have opened up enough that I can feel him maybe just into my ass.
"Oh, fuck," I say, "Yeah. Fuck, I like this. I fucking like this."
"Mmm-mm," I can hear him in my ear.
"You too?" I ask him, knowing full well he does.
"Mmm-mm," I hear him, more emphatically, in my ear.
I am bearing down on him again, - 'fuuuuuuuuuuuuu ..' , - prolonged as he pushes against my inner ring, striving to let him through. "Yeah. Oh, yeah," I am chanting again, then 'fuuuuu ..' again, full body tensing and holding.
I feel it happening. Penetrating further, him now beginning again to come into me, - 'yes!' - and I know that if I continue to push I will have him coming in even further. I hold my breath, concentrating. I feel him sliding in. 'Yes.' Sliding, and sliding in further, until - yes! - I can push no longer, and I let go of my breath.
In. But with more to come.
"Oh, fuck," I say, "Fuck." And I feel him relaxing his push, letting go of the breath that he had been holding.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," I say, "I fucking like this. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
He nuzzles my ear with his nose. I feel his lips on my neck. Kissing me.
"Getting there, buddy, getting there," he murmurs, still kissing me.
"Yes," I say. I wrap my arm around to where I can take hold of him. 'Fuck,' I say to myself, still more than the width of my fist between my ass and the root of his dick.
"Okay," I say, and I am bearing down on his again, every muscle in my body tensing into the push. "Nnngh." Then again "Nnnngh." And I feel my inner sphincter opening, him sliding, - 'yes' - and sliding, - 'yes' - and sliding further and further into me. "Fuck." "Yes." "Fuck. " Way up into me. "Oh, fuck," I am say, "fuck." "Fuck." "Fuck, I like this." "Oh, man, do I like this."
"Easy," he says, "Just take it easy."
"Yeah," I say, but I won't take it easy. I can't take it easy. I want more of him, I want all of him, way up inside me, and I am not going to stop until I feel, until I know, I can take him in no further. I probably won't shit right for a week, but I gotta have him way up in there. All ten inches of him. Way up in there, in my gut.
Now my body knows what to do. I am bear down on him again, risking rupture it feels like, to get him all into me. "Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh." Fuck, it's hurting. "More," I urge him. "More." Fuck. I can feel little sharp pains, higher up, pinging where he is hitting something up there. I keep bearing down on him. "More." "More." "More - I can take all you can give me. "I want it." "I want it - I want all of it - way up inside." Finally, - - one last push - damn the hurt - I want him in there, way up there. And he is. He can come in no further.
"Houston, the Eagle has landed," I hear him.
I reach around between us and feel his pubes up against my asshole.
"The Eagle has landed," I reply.
We're neither of us moving. This is it. The moment of surrender. The moment of sweet surrender. Sweeping through me, emanating from where it is he is in me. Giving myself up to him. Pleasure transcending pain. The satisfaction growing, spreading through me, of him, big, inside me. At the same time, he, likewise, surrendering himself to me. His arms around me, mine holding him to me. My legs around his back, likewise holding him to me. I yielding to him, him yielding to me, and the fucking that is to come. Together. Enjoying, savouring the feeling that we are together again.
We know that feeling. We have been here before. Many times. Coupling. His dick in me. Way up in me. As high up as he can get it into me.
The agony and the ecstasy.
The ecstasy.
Good. So very, very good.
So very, very good.
"So," I hear him, his mouth at my ear, "Been nobody, nothing up here for the last three months?"
"Whaddaya saying?" I shoot back.
"Nothing. Just saying. Just saying," he sniggers. He knows how he can get to me, and he gets to me every time.
"Fuck you," I say to him.
"We'll get to that. We'll get to that."
"Smart-ass," I quip. It's sort of our standard repartee, part of getting hooked back up again. Fuck, it is good to have him back.
I feel him now beginning to probe out some familiar spaces. I squeeze my ass around his dick. 'Oh, man,' I am thinking, 'this is good, this is so good. Sweet, fucking good.'
He tries a bit of thrusting. "Geez, you're tight," I hear him saying. "I can hardly move, you're so fucking tight."
"Isn't that what you were hoping?" I come back.
"Well, yes, but this tight?" he parries.
He curls his pelvis into me, and thrusts. I squeeze. He pulls back, curls his pelvis and thrusts again. I push down on him, and squeeze him. We are setting up a rhythm. He thrusts and I push and squeeze. Thrush, push and squeeze. Rocking. Thrush, push and squeeze.
The next thrust, I roll my pelvis around it, push and squeeze.
"You're good," he says.
"You like that?" I reply.
"You know I do," he says. Then he smothers my mouth with his.
He thrusts, I squeeze, and I feel the probe of his tongue in my mouth.
I meet his probe, my tongue dueling with his.
Now his hands come up to hold my head to his. His mouth to mine. His tongue in my mouth, playing with my tongue.
His chest to mine, my arms around him, pulling him close. His beautiful, muscular body that I admire so much. His bodybuilder physique. Long, lean. Lithe. Supple. Magnificently sculpted, meticulously maintained. The perfect embodiment of an equally magnificent soul.
And equally, that's the kind of fucking we enjoy. Muscular. Sensuous. Sinuous. Soulful. Once, away, I could watch in the bedroom mirror the flexing and tensing of his muscles as he humped himself into me. The muscles up and down his back, undulating, arms, glutes, tensing, flexing, relaxing. Rhythmic. Beautiful. Truly sexually, sensuously beautiful.
"Mmmm," he murmurs, his lips still on mine. Then breaking. "Mmmm," he murmurs, 'Fuck, I can't get enough of you."
Hard, firm against me. Locked together as we are, I would merge his body with mine if somehow I could. As it is, we breathe as one, and I feel the beat of his heart and take it as mine.
I feel him tense his belly, curling his pelvis into mine. And again. And again. Humping me, his dick inside me, probing, pulling back, probing again. Pulling back only so much not to begin pulling back through the sphincter. Probing again. I push down on him, squeezing him.
"Mmmm, yes!" he exclaims. I squeeze him harder.
"Fuck! Oh, yes!" he says again.
I work one hand down to where he is in me, fingering around his dick in my asshole. Then to his balls. I cup them in my hand, in their leathery sack, all hairy, and roll them around, getting a feel of them, and thinking of the mouthful I am going to make of them. Not now. But later on. I give them a squeeze. He sucks in a breath, and just as I knew he would, he jerkthrusts, driving his dick even higher into me, and I hear him groan a quick, sharp groan. Then a chuckle.
He unwinds his arms from around me, and - I know what he is gonna do - I feel his strong hands either side of my ribcage, and slowly moving down to below the bottom rib, and - he's gonna do it - he pushes his thumbs in. And involuntarily I jerk and twitch. My ticklish spot. And jerking and twitching I am driving myself down on his dick, so that it probes even higher in my gut, beyond where I figure he can extend himself. Fuck, he's got me, pushing in his thumbs, I am jerking up and down on his dick, his dick fully extended way up where it feels so good. "Agh - agh - agh - agh," I hear myself. He chuckles. "Squeeze 'em again," he says.
I do. Hard. "Bugger you," he says, driving his dick way up into me again.
"Bugger me is right," I say, "That tape's not right. That's way more than ten inches."
