Hammering It Home
(The Erotic Tale of an Unexpected Arousal)
By Anita Coxman
Copyright 2012
Smashwords Edition
Warning
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I never had to work very hard to get some pussy. In college, I was an athlete so my body was always in top form. One girl told me that she liked me because I looked kinda like Tom Cruise. I suppose that description fit, even if my name was really Carl. While I wasn't the quarterback of the football team, I still managed to score a touchdown with my share of giggling girls in the backseat of my car. I was a swimmer so most of my Saturday nights were spent convincing some cute young thing to let me dive balls deep into her hot, wet pussy.
Sweet-talking a girl out of her panties was something that I was good at. Convincing her to let me fuck her wasn't quite so easy until I learned the secret: Bury your face in a woman's cunt and she would let you do anything.
I never much cared for the taste of pussy, but it was a necessary evil if I wanted to spray my cum all over a tanned and toned ass. Seeing thick spurts of cream on a girl's back and sexy bottom were enough to make my prick throb all over again. I wasn't about to jizz inside her pussy, no matter how tight and hot it was. I didn't want to be a daddy anytime soon and I didn't like to use condoms.
I spent the summer after college up at the lake in the family cottage. It was a nice little secluded place that faced the water. A twenty minute drive would get you to nearby Prescott where you could pick up supplies. You could also pick up a hot chick in the local bar. They played country music which wasn't my taste, but it didn't matter. I could always count on finding a sweet little local to fuck for a few hours. Things had always been that way, until the day that something happened and changed everything.
After my morning swim, I'd gone for a walk in the woods and somehow wandered into a patch of poison ivy. Soon, I was scratching my ass and everything else as the rash spread over my body. It was unbearable. The temperature was in the low nineties by noon and it was the kind of sticky day that only gnats and stinging insects could enjoy.
To add insult to injury, the air conditioning wasn't working. After changing out of my Speedo, I resigned myself to my fate and prepared to settle into a chair on the small back deck. Maybe I'd be able to catch a breeze with a book and a beer. It wasn't likely as not a leaf moved on any tree in sight. I could hear some hammering sounds drifting out across the water, so I grabbed the pair of binoculars out of the plastic deck box. Mom always used them for bird watching. I trained them on the cabin on the other side of the water.
The cabin owner, Jake Somers was engaged in a building project. That was no surprise. He was the contractor that built our cabin three years earlier. Shirtless in the heat, his darkly tanned, muscular torso glistened in the sunshine as he wielded a hammer to extend the deck attached to his own cabin. His blond hair was plastered to his head in ringlets and rivulets of sweat poured off of his six foot frame like rain. I didn't understand how he could tolerate working in the intense heat.
As though he'd read my mind, he suddenly dropped his trunks and sprinted down the path to the lake and plunged in. He didn't stay there for long and he yelled to someone in the cabin to bring a towel, as he emerged. I don't know why I continued to peer through the binoculars as he walked up the path. Though he was around 40, he had the kind of body that most men fantasized about having and his ass and thighs flexed with every step. His biceps were massive from years of swinging a hammer and toting lumber. Though I still felt itchy, I found myself mesmerized by the sight of his golden body dripping a trail of water.
He yelled again as he climbed the steps of the deck and a slim, dark haired man with an equally impressive tan suddenly appeared with a towel and a beer. He playfully snapped the towel at Jake before using it to dry him off. Jake grabbed the beer and sank down gratefully in a deck chair. I watched him down most of the beer in a single gulp. I could tell by his body language that he'd let out a belch.
His friend snapped him again with the towel, but I was barely aware of that. Instead, my eyes and binoculars were inexplicably drawn to an incredibly large cock that was growing exponentially and now standing quite erect amid a thatch of curly blond pubic hair.
While a lot of my years had been spent in locker rooms, I'd never seen a dick like that. At least eleven inches long, it was as thick as my wrist and looked like an angry python. Jack's friend wrapped his hand around the base and gave it a squeeze. I could even see a bead of pre-cum ease out of the head and slide slowly down.
My own erection sprang up stiff, throbbing against the zipper on my denim shorts. I'd never been even remotely turned on by another man in my life but I felt a deep ache within my balls as they begged to be released from the now ill-fitting pants. Using the hand that was least afflicted by the poison ivy rash, I released the snap on my pants and tugged on the zipper. Ahhh, thank God I'd worn boxers and not briefs! My dick jumped free and sprang into view through the flap. I heaved a sigh of relief. I certainly didn't want to spread my itchy situation onto my balls.
I peered through the binoculars again to catch some more of the action. Jack's lover had engulfed the mammoth tool in his mouth and was slowly stroking the length. As he neared the head, he tongued the opening hungrily, coaxing more pre-cum from the end. He picked up the speed of his strokes and reached underneath to stroke Jake's swollen balls.
The scene was heating up and so was I. Afraid to touch myself for fear of spreading the poison ivy to my privates, I ran into the cabin and grabbed a pair of rubber gloves that mom kept around for washing dishes. I slid one on. It was snug, but I didn't care. I stepped out of the boxers and left them on the kitchen floor. Back on the deck, I poured some suntan lotion on the glove and gripped my aching manhood with my right hand and peered through the binoculars with my left.
His lover must have had a helluva technique. Jake had grabbed the back of his head as it continued to bob, forcing him to take all of his length. Then he began to thrust his hips, hammering the other man's throat with his rod. He pulled out with a roar that carried across the water and I watched as gobs of unbelievably creamy cum shot out of the end of his cock as his pelvic jackknifed into spasms. His lover's face and chest were splattered by the first couple of spurts before he was able to latch on to the writhing dick. He began to swallow the remaining spurts, milking Jake's monster dick for all that he was worth.
My own cock jerked and jizz sprayed all over as I watched the scene unfold. As hot and sexy as it had been, I was still ready for more. I added another squirt of suntan lotion to the glove and imagined that it was Jake's cum. My balls were starting to feel heavy again and I played with them rolling them around with gloved fingers.
Eventually, Jake's spasms stilled but his dick never softened. Using the towel, Jake wiped the partner's face and chest. After spreading the towel on the unfinished deck, his lover turned and knelt, presenting a view of his ass. There wasn't a tan line in sight. Jake smiled as he lowered his head to his lover's ass and began to tongue the tight little hole. The other man pushed his bottom back as if trying to get Jake to delve deeper into the orifice. Driven by need, he began to fondle his own stiff cock, trying to match the same rhythm that Jake set. I watched as Jake slipped his tongue into the anus, then withdrew, rimmed it and then blew gently into the hole. I shivered as I imagined the sensations that would course through my body if he were doing the same to me.
Using a similar bottle of coconut scented suntan lotion, Jake lubed his lover's asshole and worked two thick fingers in. His partner was slack jawed as his prostate was massaged. Jake repeatedly brought him right to the edge, over and over… His cock dripped with need and I could hear his cries drifting across the lake as he begged for release. Beads of sweat rolled down his face and neck. Moans grew desperate as he tried to gyrate against Jake's hand only to have Jake freeze, prolonging the sweet agony.
Each time he called out, I felt my own shaft lurch in sympathy. I sought relief and seta more frantic pace with my clenched fist. The head of my cock was engorged as I continued to force it through my well-greased palm.
Eventually, Jake acquiesced to his lover. He massaged his own massive tool against the other man's asshole and slid it in the backdoor smoothly. His strokes were measured and strong and he pumped through the oil-slicked cheeks. I imagined Jake spreading my ass and hammering me with that massive cock and my hips began to rise up eagerly to meet the death grip of the rubber encased fingers as they matched Jake stroke for stroke.
Despite the sheen of sweat that covered his body, it became evident that Jake wasn't through tormenting his lover as he delayed his thrusts each and every time his partner seemed to on the verge of an explosion. I forced myself to slow, wanting to hold out for as long as they could.
Finally, Jake's cock began to thrust like a jack hammer. In and out…In, out, in, out, in, out, IN….His lover let out a lusty wail and began to thrust his bottom back at Jake while his prick let loose with spurt after spurt of cum, drenching the towel beneath him. Jake pulled out with a groan and sprayed his seed all over the smooth tanned contours of his lover's clenched ass.
I continued to squeeze my cock, allowing the thumb to flick the head with every stroke. A massive pressure threatened to overtake me as I could feel the jizz steamrolling its way to release. The binoculars were still pressed up against my eyes as I approached my own orgasm. Jake leaned forward and I thought he was about to collapse on top of his lover's tanned torso. Instead, he extended his tongue and began to lick his own cum off the other man's ass. The rushing in my ears sounded like a freight train as I watched the incredibly erotic and tender scene.
Dropping the binoculars with a clatter, I blew my wad all over myself. My dick throbbed and pulsated as the hot streams shot from the head of my prick like a cannon. I continued to stroke through it all, my ass cheeks clenching and unclenching as white hot pleasure flooded my body.
Finally spent, I reached for the binoculars and focused on the tanned bodies glistening with sweat, cum and afterglow. Jake was spooning with his man on the now soggy towel. His man. That's what I wanted to be…Jake's man. I'd never wanted any woman as much as I wanted Jake. But for now, I'd have to do something about this poison ivy if I wanted him to lick my ass like that.