My Dear Diary...

Healing Touch: John Biebe

Don't you wish you had this to come home to everyday?

I came from work one day, mentally exhausted and wanting nothing more than an ice cold beer and a spot on the couch. John greeted me at the door - I must've looked the part, because his sympathetic expression gave it away. He was so patient with me, I almost found it annoying. He refused to let me be a grump - and I was dead set on it. I slipped into some comfortable clothes and plopped down on the couch, "John, I know I said we'd go to Beale Street tonight so we could listen to some local music, but..."

"Shhh - that is quite alright." John walked up behind me as I sat on the couch and began massaging my shoulders. It had to have been one of the most exquisite sensations that I have experienced in long while, because I was quite sure that I was getting aroused from it! His paws were all encompassing and strong.

"God! You're muscles are all in knots! I'll be right back..." When he stopped, I must have whined audibly - I heard him shush and reassure me from the bathroom.

"Sit on the floor" was the next thing I heard in the form of a deep rolling whisper in my ear. I had dozed. I stirred and did as directed - John sat down behind me, leaning his weight back against the couch. I rubbed my eyes, willing myself to come back to the world of the living - after all - I had the most gorgeous sheriff in the world as a masseuse - John Biebe! How could I possibly be tired?

John reached around and began unbuttoning my red plaid flannel shirt. His head was resting against mine and I felt my nipples harden at the sensation of his beard lightly rubbing my cheek. His strong burly arms were around my upper body as he fumbled with the buttons. I thought - this has to be the safest place on Earth. He leaned back and slipped my shirt off my shoulders - I had goose pimples immediately. 'Are you cold?" he asked, concerned. I shook my head and he chuckled to himself. Yes, he knew he was stoking the fire, as it were.

He warmed a fair amount of massage oil between his hands and then began his task. He made short work of my shoulders before he moved down my back. My head was hung down, like a rag doll, and I was grunting and moaning with his every squeeze of my flesh. He was laughing softly and asking me if it felt good. I just grunted louder.

He pulled my shoulders back towards his chest, wanting me to lean back on him. 

He gripped my upper arms with each hand and massaged them simultaneously all the way to my wrists and hands. The rather large hard lump throbbing at the lower part of my back told me that he was getting as much out of this as I was. He held my hands tenderly and tickled my neck with kisses. I stood up, turned around, and removed the rest of my clothes as John watched intently. I went to him and straddled his hips with my knees, tugging and pulling his T-shirt off. I ran my hands through his thick hair, tilting his head back slightly, and kissed him. His hands went to the back of my head and he returned my kiss with a very passionate deep needful one.

When he finally let me up for air (hah!), our eyes locked - I couldn't look away no matter how hard I tried. He pushed off his jogging pants, gently took hold of my hips and lowered me onto himself. I gasped softly, my body not expecting the girth. His eyes rolled back in his head momentarily and a moan escaped his slightly parted lips. John's eyes fluttered open and he moved his head forward to kiss me. He moved me up and down, for I could not move myself. My legs had become jelly and I was completely under his spell. He kissed every shred of my skin that he could physically reach from his position, not leaving my nipples unattended for very long in between. All I could do was hold on to his neck and pray that I didn't pass out from pleasure.

He made sweet love to me for the next half hour or so. Once me managed to find a sweet spot on my neck that caused me to squeal and giggle, he picked up the pace - pulling himself all the way out and plunging back in completely. The first time was quite painful - but in a good way. Up until this moment neither of us had said a word when he muttered, "Come on, that's it....yeah....." The electric pulses raced up my legs and I felt myself falling down that downward spiral.

John tensed up and firmly rammed my hips down onto his lap and cried out. Quite a sight it is, to watch and hear a man make those sort of noises. I could feel him shooting into me and it was at that moment that I finally gave into the desire and lost consciousness. I woke up the next morning wrapped in John's arms and legs on the couch. I was so glad it was Saturday....

John/SID 

....I could do my own little Perve diary series on John alone...the 9 1/2 Weeks refrigerator reenactment...playing sheriff/dirty whore...

But I'd rather discuss my first night with SID...

Helen so graciously sent SID my way on a Thursday. Bebe had sent John the Sunday before, with the understanding that I would send him back that Friday.

On my way home from work Thursday night, I phoned John to remind him that I was picking his favorite brother up at the airport. John said not to worry, SID had missed his connection. We would pick him up together, later. Together? Since when did they become mates? I thought John hated him...

I finally got home an hour later, after braving a horrendous thunderstorm. 

Graciously, John helped me retrieve my belongings out of my car. Once inside the house, and in the kitchen, I made a bee-line for the refrigerator - the temple that contains my brewskis within. John was right behind me. He leaned in and pinned me against the door, thus holding me captive from the aforementioned brew. My, my, he was frisky. He was nuzzling and blowing little raspberries on my neck. His hands were everywhere - up my blouse - down my slacks. He explained his urgency: "Come on, just a little nip before we have to go to the airport?"

Who was I do deny a man with a hard-on like his?

John playfully tossed me over his shoulder like a sack of 'taters and carried me to the bedroom. After depositing me on the bed, we managed to get each other's clothes off in record speed. John was lying on the bed, with the General at attention. I decided, much to his delight, to have myself an appetizer. I was on the bed, between his thighs, on all fours. I took the shaft into my mouth and went down as slowly as I could. John's moaning was exciting me immensely. As always, I had to use my hand to make up the difference in the length of his tool and the depth to which I could take it in my throat. I started working up and down at a snail's pace, so I could soak in his taste and his musky smell.

Absent-mindedly, I started touching myself, to which John complained, "No. No, sweetheart - that is my job" He used his foot to push my hand away. Abruptly, I felt a set of hands on my hips. These hands were NOT John's....his were wound in my hair, guiding my head . Without warning, a well proportioned cock slide effortlessly into my sheath. I almost choked on John's penis - I couldn't breathe! John began to laugh. The mystery man leaned over me until I could feel his breath on my neck. "Surprise," he whispered with sinister breath.

It seems that John and SID had played a little joke on me. During our late-night, post-sex conversations, I had told John about a few of my secret fantasies. John had picked SID up from the airport and had gotten him to agree to the surprise...two men at the same time - although not a slamwich - that is another perve diary. I was more than a little nervous being in the same room with them both. It was a potentially volatile situation...

SID kept stroking in and out at a perfect pace, driving me into all sorts of squealing, screaming, begging, and pleading. His timing was without reproach - when he sensed that I was about to climax, he would slow down or stop and sneer at my vexation. All the whining in the world wouldn't change his mind. He was enjoying watching me suffer, the entire show much to John's liking. He marveled and wished he had that sort of self control, even though he still couldn't stand the bastard.

I was trying terribly hard to enjoy my meal with John, but SID was making it impossible. Thankfully, SID retreated and told me to roll over. John was leaning back on his elbows, and began to lean forward as I brought my head up. POW! I head-butted John so hard that he fell off the bed. SID wasn't paying any attention to John. He was quite focused on having his own meal, as it were. John was laughing and holding his head. He stood up and got back on the bed, in accessible position. John fucked my mouth until he spilled all that he had down my throat. He leaned over and kissed me, "Sorry, I can't outlast the Six Million Dollar Man over there. I hope you enjoyed it anyway. I need to get some ice for my head." John was sincere and obviously in pain. He left the room and shut the door behind him.

Meanwhile, SID was performing an orchestra with his tongue and fingers, alternating the massaging of my engorged clit and the piston action in my opening. He sucked and playfully bit at my delicate flesh there until I crested in a violent rush. I was completely spent, but SID wasn't. He began positioning pillows at the edge of the bed. And motioned me to put my ass on them. As he prepared to gratify himself, he said, "We need a video camera in here, so that I can watch myself later." I rolled my eyes and chuckled. He reinserted himself, even though I still had not recovered from the previous session, and pushed my legs forward until my knees were touching my breasts. He began fucking me as hard as I've ever been fucked before. He yelled, "What do you want, tell me! Come on, you little slut..." Of course, this turned me on.

"Harder! HARDER, SID! Is that all you have?" I wished I could have taken back that last sentence, because I knew I was going to regret it. I gritted my teeth, preparing for the next wave to be very painful, but instead, to my astonishment, he emitted a wild scream then bent over to bite my breast. He erupted. SID's liquid rushed into me like a searing flood. He collapsed on top of me. Moments later, he was ready to go again.

My only question to all of you is this...

Is there anything on the market that will wash this BLUE shit off my sheets?

SID: The Power of One

"SID, quit pouting...you know I love you more than all the others. Why are you acting this way?"

"I'm tired of being passed around like a Gameboy, Teener. You girls think that I'm some sort of robot preprogrammed for your sexual enjoyment."

I smiled at his comment - I thought that was exactly what he was..." Pfffft. SID - really - you must snap out of this. Have you been watching Oprah again? Tsk tsk."

"Don't patronize me, dear." A flash of anger in his silicone/titanium alloy eyes made me realize I was hitting the right buttons on my overgrown Gameboy.

I walked to the La-Z-Boy where he was reclined, staring at the television, changing channels at will. I envied him that - if I could do that , I would never worry about losing the fucking remotes! I stood in his line of vision.

"Move."

Oh this was going to be too much fun - I could barely contain myself. My nips were throbbing in anticipation. I climbed into the chair on top of him - facing him.

"Teener, you are wrinkling my suit - you know how angry that makes me - get 

OFF!"

"SID, that is what I am trying to do!" I leaned in and brushed his lips with mine. He grabbed my hair and pulled me back, hard.

"You're not being a good little girl. You know what happens to bad girls, don't you?" He trailed his finger down my cheek to my neck. His voice was deep and even, almost a whisper. I was quite sure that I had created a nice little puddle that ran through my shorts onto his pants.

He wrapped his hand around my throat and squeezed. I didn't flinch - my facial expression never changed. He squeezed harder and then let go.

"I forgot. That game doesn't work with you, does it? You like it too much."

"Well, Hando does that same..."

"GRRRR!" He stood and dumped me onto the floor. "It's always Hando this and 

Hando that! He is a wannabe! A poseur! He'll never amount to anything! He'll never be..."

"What? You?"

"NO!"

"Prove it. Show me what you are..."

He screamed and hoisted me up and over his shoulder. SID marched back to the bedroom and chucked me onto the bed.

I knew SID was quite angry because he actually TORE his shirt off - it only excited me more. I backed up on the bed - giving him room for his performance. His jaw was set and his nostrils were flaring as he removed his pants in a rage.

In a blink of an eye, my little nanobyte Valentino sprang from the foot of the bed - on top of me, grabbing - biting - and sucking every bit of bare skin he could find.

I pushed the next button.

"Oh yes - OH yes Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Oh Hando....."

All motion in the bed stopped. Silence. SID raised up on all fours very slowly. It was the first time I had ever seen his hair tousled. I almost forgot my mission.

"What.................did................you.................call.........me?" I could see that he was trying very hard not to kill me on the spot. It was a chance I had to take. I was desperate to know if I could dominate him - in my own devious little way.

I blushed and lifted my hand to my mouth in mock surprise. "Oh my goodness - I am SO sorry. It's just - you and Ha.....him have the same idea of foreplay. Why don't you try something different? I'm sure there is some little part of SID that likes it slow and easy?"

He sat back on his haunches and rolled his eyes. "I am NOT John Biebe..."

I was howling with laughter inside. I put on the best coddling performance of my life, "Oh no! NO....that is one thing SID is not. I crept up to where he was sitting, running my hands up and down his thighs. (I never ever get used to his cold skin-like exterior - it always takes me by surprise). "I mean - you aren't any sort of swan dive, are you SID? I pulled myself up and gave him a kiss on the lips - never taking my eyes off his. He reciprocated and began undressing me - slowly (!)

SID's programming never fails to amaze me. When he sets his memory banks to something, he does it flawlessly. He tenderly massaged and kneaded my breasts, kissing and suckling both of them thoroughly. Without thinking, I ran my hands through his hair. He stopped his movements abruptly. (I was afraid he was going to clamp his teeth down on my nipple and rip it off!) He began moving again and continued on downward kissing my stomach - gently pressing me backwards to lay on my back. His hair is much coarser than I thought it would be and as I repeatedly ran my hands through it, trying to figure out what it felt like, I could have sworn he started purring. Hmmm...maybe not.

As I lay there, with SID kneeling between my legs, I was reveling in my accomplishment. SID...doing me the way I wanted him to. More curiosity than anything - I wanted to see if he could do it, or if he had to play rough all the time. The last few times I tried to change his tune in the bed, I was greeted with more ferocity and a good tongue lashing about how SID likes to have his own way. Not that I mind that, you know. I really need to take him to see The Rock sometime.

SID grunted and motioned me to move my hips so that he could place a pillow under my bottom. He inserted two fingers into my sex and pinioned them in and out, caressing my plump clit with his thumb. Of course, he was touching all the right spots precisely - and could have made me come right then, but he was having his own fun...he was watching my face and my body movements - testing - saving the information for later use.

"SID."

"Yes?"

"I need you inside, right now...don't make me wait...I can't..." I had all I could take. All my nerve endings felt like live wires - all because of SID.

SID licked and sucked my juices off his fingers. He moved forward until he was above me, his face centimeters from mine. He nuzzled my neck and nipped at my throat. My hands were running the length of his sides, from his perfectly shaped ass up to his shoulders.

He entered me.

I gasped.

Be careful what you desire - you might just get it.

For the 70 minutes, I was subjected to the slowest - most gentle act of sex known to man - or artificial intelligence...but I was not allowed the gift of release. When I was close, he would stop and grin maniacally at me.

"I can do this all night, my darling - can you?"

Defeated again. SID was the clear winner. I had failed.

"Say it, and I'll let you come." He teased.

"No."

"Ah Ah Ah! SID doesn't take no for an answer."

Tears of frustration slipped from my eyes. "You win, SID."

"I know." He whispered.

His movements quickened...his rigidity had taken on an even rhythm. I cried out to the heavens when I finally came. At the very instant, he emptied himself into me, growling as he thrust.

Thankful for my boon, I turned to my side for some much-needed shut-eye after 

SID lifted himself off me. I was abruptly pushed over onto my stomach. SID grabbed my hips and pulled them up into the air.

"Now...we do this MY way..."

What's for Supper?

"Hey. You keep rubbing on it like that, you're gonna take the finish off."

My heart stopped. I jerked my head up and it connected squarely with the right handle bar of my Indian Scout motorcycle. I shrieked like a banshee and held my head.

"Christ! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to startle you!" Colin rushed to where I was sitting, on the floor of the shop - rocking back and forth - silently willing the tweety birds to leave my vision.

"I don't think I can rub the finish off these chrome wheels!"

"You'll have a bump, for sure, there." Dr. Colin announced after examining my head. He helped me to my feet and our eyes met for the first time. I felt a hot blush climb my face. Embarrassed, I turned away - pretending to search for a rag on the shelf that I didn't really need.

"Are you hungry? How was your trip? Did you find your way alright?" I asked, nonchalantly - my feeble attempt to redirect my brain to something other than Colin's eyes - his biceps - and the nice tush packaged within his blue jeans.

He responded to all my questions - then complimented me on my selection of motorcycles that were corralled in the shop behind my house. "Perhaps we could go for a ride?" he suggested, with a sly grin running the length of his lips.

"Sure! I need to finish polishing this wheel. In the mood for pork barbecue? The 

Rendezvous in downtown Memphis has the best this side of the Mississippi River! 

We could ride the bikes there!" Didn't know if I was more excited about having a person to ride with - or just excited to have Colin there - to possibly ride on.

"I'll finish the wheel." Colin was now facing me - inches away from my body. He looked down at me, his eyes lingering here and there. He took the polish rag out of my hand and wiped at my face. "You have polish on your nose". His finger under my chin cocked my head back so that he could observe me through squinted eyes. Colin licked his upper lip (*quiver*). "I got most of it."

"Th...That's ok. Thanks. I'll go shower and change - be right back." Colin still had his finger under my chin. He smiled at me - with a smile that held all sorts of promises of mischief and mayhem - and something else...was it? A hint of lust?

I returned to him half an hour later, dolled up in my best riding jeans, boots, and leather halter top - that showed off the tattoo on my back. My long hair was pulled back in a braid to combat helmet hair.

"I thought you said we were going out to eat?" Colin questioned - his brow furrowed in confusion.

"We are! Why?" I must've missed something while I was in the shower - taking care of business. He strolled up to me, grabbed me by my hips, and set me up on the workbench. He planted his palms on either side of my thighs and leaned his face to mine

"Because....who wants to go out when I could eat you here?" Colin's lips devoured mine before I could speak in agreement or protest. My hands found his biceps as his found my breasts. His thumbs were teasing my nipples through the leather - drawing alternating big and small circles. Was he...purring? A low rumbling growl was emanating from his throat while his lips created a trail of heat down my neck. I was gasping for air - getting progressively wet. My senses were reeling - I wanted his hands on me everywhere - all at the same time.

My hands had made their way down to his hips - obviously I wasn't quick enough for him, because he grabbed my hand and placed on his crotch - where he was sporting a sequoia. My fingers moved to let the beast out, but Colin brushed my hands away.

"Get out of your jeans...now..." Colin directed rather gruffly, through ragged breaths.

I pulled my boots off and peeled my jeans and panties off. Colin stoked himself through his jeans while watching my every move. His tongue was dancing over his bottom lip and beads of sweat were forming on his brow.

"Put your boots back on. You have to have boots on when you ride...." Colin handed my boots back to me and I completed his request. He dropped to his knees. His hands parted my legs. He paused, gauging the expression on my face - which probably was the "yes - you can stick whatever you want in there - your tongue, your fingers, your woody, that crescent wrench over there..." look. The sea of green lust that was drilling into my eyes sent a wave of electricity up my thighs.

Colin nodded, grinned and proceeded. One hand spread the petals of my sex apart while the other massaged and rubbed my clit. He blew lightly on my engorged berry and then dropped his mouth over it. Two fingers descended and slipped into my cunt, which was spilling over like water over the floodgates of a dam. I was grunting and cooing when he stopped and said, "Talk to me baby, tell me how it feels." I wrapped my legs around his neck - taking care not to bruise his back with the heels of my boots. My fingers dove into his hair.

"Oh baby - yeah - right there - suck it....suck it hard." I babbled. Within seconds, I came with such blinding force that I almost had to tell him to quit touching me - sensory overload.

He drew back, wiping my juices off his face with the back of his hand. I was sprawled on the work bench, recovering, and rather enjoying the look of pride that was painted all over his beautiful mug. He stood up, stretched his legs and began working to free his beast. I started to move off the bench, so that I could suck that rod of his, but he insisted that I stay where I was.

"We can do that later. There'll be plenty of time." His cock was in his hand, with his hand running up and down it from hilt to head, repeatedly. "I've got to be inside you right now." He motioned for me to take off my halter top.

Two thoughts crossed my mind: #1 was SQWISH and #2 was a line out of an AC/DC song "Let me put my love into you, babe" I suppressed a silly grin and the laugh that would accompany it. Why does my brain do that? Think of the dumbest things at the most sensitive moments? And who was I to argue with a man with a dick like that? I mean - he had to be pretty strong to cart that around all day, right? I'm sure that I would be able to lick and suck that gorgeous piece of flesh to my heart's content later. Far be it from me to deny this man his desire...

"Lean back on your elbows. Yeah, baby, just like that." He lifted my legs until my knees were in the air and told me to hold them there. Colin guided his cock with one hand, while his other hand was above my clit pushing up so that he could watch himself enter. And enter he did, slowly - at first, until he was halfway in, then he drove it home with an exploding primal inarticulation and a string of expletives. He pistoned in and out, gazing down to admire the action.

He pulled my legs out of my hands and put them over his shoulders. Lowering his head to my breast, he licked and suckled my nipples until I was on the verge of insanity. His mouth finally found mine and he slowed his pace, changing his angle ever so slightly with each plunge. It was bliss. I didn't know what spot inside my box he would hit next. He was playing Russian Roulette with my pussy and all I could do was scream his name over and over. The neighbors should be used to it by now....same scream, just different name.

"AARRRGGGHHH!" A roar arose from deep from within Colin's chest as he pulled himself back to a standing position. Sweat was pouring down his face and he was pounding me furiously - teeth bared in wild abandon. His balls were slapping my sweaty ass. Rough, callused hands were clamped down on my hips. I was in the throes of ecstasy, cumming like gang-busters - blindly searching for something solid above my head to brace myself - to push by body into his. I felt a liquid of fire shoot inside me. Colin's head was tossed back - his face contorted in a comical "oh - I think I've shagged me dick off" grimace. He dropped his head forward and smiled at me while doing that post-coital slip and slide (still moving in and out while going flaccid). Colin lowered my legs (which I was thankful - they were cramping up!) and pulled me into a tight embrace.

"Mmmmmm - that was so fuckin' good" his voice rumbled in his chest - which was followed by a clear declaration of hunger from his stomach.

"Hungry still?"

"Yep - that was just the appetizer. I'll have the main course and dessert when we return from that barbecue restaurant you were telling me about..." Colin responded with a look of amazement on his face - as IF I didn't know....

Jeff 

"OH...GOD!.........OHGOD!.......Jeff.....Jeff.....arrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhh......mmmmmmmmmmmm......uh huh.....uh huh.........yeah....YEAH.........Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

I was so hoarse from screaming that I couldn't talk, no matter how many times I cleared my throat. I reclined my body so that could rest myself on the shelves above the washing machine. Jeff was standing across from me leaning back against the wall - his chest heaving as vigorously as mine. Sweat covered his naked body, and was dripping from his hair. He combed his hand through his drenched locks and tilted his head up and propped it against the wall. Jeff put his hands on his hips and swallowed audibly trying to catch his breath - I imagined that is exactly what he looked like when he played footy - except - with clothes, of course! He has such a beautiful body - and possessed some very talented body parts as well.

"What're ya lookin' at?" Jeff giggled, following my gaze down to his endowments. 

"You are a naughty one, you are. Are ya gonna let me finish my job here?"

"Finish? Job?" I was really confused. He wanted another go-round? So soon? When I notice him nodding towards the pipe fittings at the side if the laundry room,

I realized that he was right - I am a naughty one. "Oh... OH....Yes, I'll behave from now on and let you work." I slid off the washer - literally. We both had been sweating so much in this under-air conditioned room that Jeff had to keep a tight grip on my hips so my ass wouldn't slide around. Jeff grabbed his shorts and shirt from the floor and approached me - with a sly grin on that gorgeous mouth and a devilish twinkle in his eye.

"Oh, now don't go doing that - I like it when you are bad." Jeff pulled me to him and kissed me gently on the mouth. I felt his reemerging hardness on my belly, and I jerked my head back - astonished - he really WAS the Energizer Bunny in disguise! He smiled, giggled once more - and then went back to his repairs.

I walked out of the laundry room, but had to turn around once more to admire 

(lust after) his body. I felt a twinge of excitement in my nether regions and sighed, "It's just not right for anyone to be that good with his tool."

Two hours earlier:

"Jeff! Jeff! Where'd you go? Are you hungry? I thought we'd go downtown and...."

There he was. Bent over, working feverishly on the broken pipe fittings in my laundry room. I forgot that I had asked him to look at it for me - I had gotten an estimate for repairs from a local guy and I wanted to know if he was trying to fuck me...figuratively speaking. I didn't ask him to actually do the repairs, but he wouldn't take no for an answer.

Look at that great ass. What an ass! - was all I could think. I'll bet it looked even better OUT of his shorts. I feverishly fought the urge to sneak up and grab his bum - you see - I AM an ass-woman - I am a connoisseur of bums. Before I realized that my brain was A.W.O.L. on the Planet Ass, Jeff had stopped what he was doing and had caught me lookin'.

"See anything you fancy?"

"Huh? Wha?"

"Jesus, luv - you're as red as a beet! Are you feeling well?" Jeff's playful grin fell into a look of concern. He wiped his hands on a rag and walked over to where I was standing. He put a paw on my forehead and furrowed his brow. "Yeah. Just what I thought. You've got it and you've got it worse that I thought." The look on his face was so serious, that I became scared, myself!

"What? What is it, Jeff?!" I gulped, and waited for his response.

"You have a bad case of Glootenatoritis, luv." the grave look on his face was really freaking me out.

"What the fuck?...."

"Yeah - the only cure fer it is for me to root ya really good - right here and now!" His mouth was instantly on mine and his hands on my ass. "Mmmmm - what a nice bum ya got. I could stand 'ere and squeeze it all day, luv.." he punctuated with kisses, licks, and nips up and down my neck. He picked me up and popped me down on the washing machine. "Let's get a better look't ya luv! Gotta make sure I do this right, or you may never get over this!"

"Jeff - you don't have to...I know you don't...go for..."

"Ah...shhhh..." Jeff put his finger to my lips. I can admire sheilas just as much as blokes, luv. I prefer blokes - it's true - but I can't resist you right now..." I sucked his finger into my mouth - tickling the tip with my tongue. His lips parted as his hooded eyes watched me. He added another finger, leaned into the washing machine and groaned. I pulled his fingers away from my mouth.

"I want the real thing, Jeff...give it to me." I licked my upper lip. He backed away from the machine, and helped me down. I kneeled between his legs and unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them down as he pulled his t-shirt off.

Stepping out of his shorts, he watched me intently - his breathing getting heavier by the second. I stoked his throbbing member a few times before encasing it with my mouth. Unfortunately, I couldn't take it all at one time (I tried and tried during his entire stay, but I just couldn't do it!) so I had to add my hand to take care of the neglected portion. I allowed Jeff to set the pace - his fingers were entwined in my hair and he guided my head at the rhythm he desired.

Jeff spoke to me softly, instructing me gently with his voice - as if he were patiently teaching a student - it was erotic beyond belief. (Oh well - who better to help me refine my art of Blow Jobs, but Jeff?)

I sucked and nibbled and licked until I felt a drop of sweat from Jeff's brow land on my nose. It was stuffy in that laundry room, and our sport only added to the heat. He was sucking air through his clenched teeth and his hands were holding my head firmly as he pumped his cock in and out of my mouth - in an amazingly controlled way - he knew I couldn't take the whole thing. I ran my hands up the back of his thighs and squeezed the ass that I had been perving earlier - it only added to his excitement, which added to mine. I was dripping wet down below - still in my clothes - and I had a desperate need to have him inside me or to have something to grind myself on. He was cursing under his breath and telling me that he couldn't hold back any longer. His nutsack drew up in a spasm and he grabbed his throbbing rod at the base and shoved it into my mouth. His cum spurted and shot to the back of my throat - wave after wave - I could barely swallow fast enough. I was thankful that he grabbed himself in such a manner, or else he would have choked me with that huge schlong of his! We'd have a hard time explaining that to the emergency medical personnel:

"Yeah - well - I was giving my gay friend here a blow job and well - he's got this really big dick, ya know? I mean BIG - not your standard gay friend big - I mean HUGE...anyway - he was getting really close and he shoved that big thing clear down my esophagus - Did I mention he was hung like my uncle's Clydesdale? Well, he is...could you imagine THAT in your ass? Me neither. There isn't enough KY Jelly in the state of Arkansas to get that in my ass - no way, Hosea....."

Jeff offered me his hand and helped me up. Damn that floor is hard! "That was wonderful, luv." he purred. Jeff embraced me with his sweat-slick body. He planted a kiss on my head and quickly deposited me onto the washing machine again. I started to protest - wanting to tell him that it was ok - he didn't need to "finish the job" on my account...I came most exquisitely at the same time he did. Jeff wouldn't have any of it. His mouth was on mine, tongue probing and hunting...hands deftly removing my clothes. My hands were in his hair as his lips left a trail of fire down my neck and onto my breasts. I felt him slip two fingers into my sopping wet pussy. He groaned in approval. "Get a little worked up, did we?" he asked between kisses on my nipples. He leaned up to kiss me on the mouth, his fingers gliding in and out of me. "You know, luv - until you try it..." his index finger trailed down to my anal opening, and he began applying pressure. His face was about an inch away from mine.

"No, Jeff. Not here ok? Please?" I begged. "Maybe later, huh?" I was giving him my sad puppy dog look - the best I could. The thought of that huge thing in my ass was almost a turn-off....almost... He tilted his head and sighed, "You're right - this isn't the best place for your first time." I didn't have the heart to tell him that Hando and SID had beat him to it...*shrug*. I just wanted Jeff in my pussy, not my ass....woman's prerogative and all that.

Jeff brushed his lips against mine and rested his forehead on my head as he guided his dick inside my hungry walls. I heard him swallow deeply before he groaned with gratification. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled my body to his. I cried out and screamed his name. It hurt so good. It was a moment imprinted on my perve brain forever - one of my favorite memories to masturbate to.

Jeff, I have found, is a very attentive lover - more so than any of the other brothers I have experienced thus far. I think his sexual orientation makes him that way, and I am thankful for that (boy - I was thanking God ALL that week, let me tell you!)

I couldn't get enough of that big, fat, wide, hard-as-steel cock.... He was teasing me big time, speeding up enough to dangle me over the edge - then slowing down to jerk me back. Bastard! He was so serious when he was busy. His eyes bore into me, knowing exactly what was needed to make me feel the way he wanted me to feel.

I finally had all I could stand. "Please...Jeff....fuck me....fuck me hard...baby" He didn't say a word. He didn't change his pace. "JEFF! I'm going to pass out if you don't let me come, honey! I can't feel my legs anymore!"

Nothing. Not a word...not the slightest change in his face.

"GOD DAMMIT, JEFF!" I grabbed his ass and shoved him inside me as hard as I could. He grinned and repeated the motion over and over until I was screaming bloody murder.

Epilogue:

"Jeff? What is Glootenatoritis?"

"I dunno, luv - I made it up." Jeff was baring his teeth in a wide grin. "But I can tell you, I'm really going to have medical problems if you don't let me at that ass, luv."

"Oh no....no you don't!!!"

He proceeded to chase me through the house and out the back door....