Male Rapture Across Cultures

After releasing him, I was not content to conclude our intimacies just yet. I wanted another closer examination of the bodily region, which I was to be accorded with so much familiarity. I firmly pushed his pillowing posterior with my hands so that he was standing straight and leaning on his front against the stall. His glistening wet cheeks clenched as I kneaded and pinched about the firm wet succulent flesh. Kneeling, I vigorously thrust my face and hungrily lapped and nibbled on the quivering firm wet mounds. With soapy fingers, I parted the cheeks at that tantalizing crack to reveal a puckering red button, practically winking at me in anticipation of the urgent coupling to come. Gazing on that rectal rosebud, my mind was prompted to wander and speculate how such a small opening was the gateway to a miraculous myriad of thrilling raptures and sensations. For the lucky pursuer, upon breaching his partner's tiny orifice, his sensation hungry plunging cock will be gripped and wrapped by a silky tunnel of warm moist tightness. For the recipient of a partner's lusting sex organ, after the initial barrier gives way to the insistent pressure by the head of the aggressive ramrod, his vitals and lower viscera are exquisitely massaged, stretched, and filled by a hot pulsing sweetly smooth vivacious roll of man flesh. To be ravished in such an erotic manner gives new meaning to the phrase "sex object".

Awakened to my delightful circumstance, I thrust out my tongue to taste and feel the twitching bull's eye that has inflamed my passions. My partner gasps to the insistent oral pressures of my tongue probing about his tender flesh there. My tongue pushes and probes about the supple smoothness to ascertain the pungent earthy crevice taste so delightfully mingled with just a hint of sweetness.

Impulsively pushing his hips back against my face to better accommodate my facial vitality, I stand and grasp his hips to position him to his former bent over posture. One hand on a bar of soap, I place the smaller end to his posterior and insert it into the passageway of pleasure; thrusting, twisting and turning to ease the way for the invasion of my aching cock. For a minute with one hand I part his ass cheeks with fingers as I align my throbbing swollen meat to that strategic opening. Clutching his waist again, I apply increasing pressure to the tiny orifice with my flexing dickhead. My hungry cock strains for the breach and it senses in small centimeters the passing of firm flesh slipping to the side in the beginnings of a tumultuous surrender. Suddenly muscle and flesh part away in an enlarged hole which has buried my dickhead with a succulent tight grasp of firm moist fleshy warmth.

My friend releases a breathy gasp with the initial impalement in the intensely intimate moment. Through the rush of falling water, I whisper for his assent to continue as his sphincter quivers around my flexible dickhead. Pausing for a few seconds, he turns his head to the side and signals me a quick nod. Slowly at first, but rapidly increasing the pace, I plunge my delighted cock into the moist tight firmament in progressively deeper strokes. Soon my sopping blond bush is slamming into his backside. My whole being lapses into a euphoric state as the warm buzzing that centers in my cock and loins washes over all of me in waves with each stroke. The tunnel that serves as the center of his physical being grips and clutches my pulsing sex with the same intensity each time as I pull back as when I thrust forward. Each thrust is met with the same velvety tight resistance as all those preceding. I knew I was enjoying "Grade A Prime" butt hole.

In my mounting pleasures I still had the presence of mind to explore more of my exotic partner. I bend over slightly to allow myself more stamina in my slightly crouched stance. I am able to release my right hand from his waist and reach down and grope his newly enlivened firm cock and balls that had been serving as a funnel for the warm showering water. As I pummel him from the rear in shorter and quicker strokes, I feel about the pulsating cock that throbs in my hand. His breathing takes on more urgency in seeming affirmation to my manipulations there. The tighter I tug at his hot swollen projection of male excitement as I continue the frantic pace of my strokes, the more his labored breathing whispers out soft moans. Finally, the sensual overdrive causes him to convulse in a climax that forces his internal vitals to violently grip my own buried sex and spew out his warm slithering liquid seed on to my wriggling fingers. The anal clamp on my turgid super-sensitive flesh sends me into spasms of ecstatic withdrawal, as I unabashedly squirt out spurts of my own frantic discharge deep within the inner recesses of his quivering physical being.

Somehow in our joint moment of rapture we both slipped gently to the floor of the stall in each other's arms as the jets of warm water continued to bathe us in naked comfort and relaxation.

Following a session of toweling each other dry in focused exploration, we contemplated our exit to Ari's dorm room just across the hall and two dorms down. Impatient to remain unclothed in each other's presence, my friend exited with clothes in hand, and only a towel wrapped around his waist. Opening the door to the hall, he checked that the environs were clear and he signaled me to follow in my state of complete nudity. I scooted into the hall, my swaggering dick beginning to stiffen again. We hastily shuffled to the dorm room door, Ari's towel falling from his waste in an accompaniment of our own snickers and titters. Once inside, presumably unnoticed in our ribald behavior, we tossed our clothes and effects to a nearby bed, collapsing in an intimate swoon of naked embrace on his unmade bed.

Mouths, tongues, and fingers probe and explore the full length and surfaces of each other's corpus like two adolescent boys thrilling to the discovery of the inexhaustible physical pleasures that can be achieved between males. Dark flesh against pale flesh, pale skin against dark skin, warm kisses, firm fingers, and fleshy embraces between differing body parts would, from time-to-time force sensual overdrive to one another's cocks. A soft groan would herald the spasmodic emission of slippery ecstatic release on one or both of us. Our carnal play would only be interrupted by the occasional snatch of a bedside tissue to clean away the strongly scented discharges that originated from the dizzily sultry inflammations of our loins.

After what seemed like hours, we melted into deep slumber in each other's arms.

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The gist of my newfound friend's e-mail to me was how much fun he had had that weekend. He had enjoyed the sex and could hardly wait for the next round. The next weekend he agreed to let me escort him to a party of mostly gay students and academics close to my own residence. I was not sure how acquainted Ari was with the social scene of males who enjoyed same sex interaction.

"Well Blonde, is this sweet apparition the cause of why we have seen so little of you?" my host inquired with almost unctuous sociability. "If so, I approve whole heartedly," he continued, ogling my date with undisguised interest. "Ari, you must tell us all about yourself and the incident that introduced you to our brave friend." Word had circulated among my circle of friends about the harrowing event that had brought us together.

The assembled was the usual amalgam of bookish nerds, drag queens, muscular leather freaks, and the occasional brief attendance of a lesbian couple. Ari was introduced to everyone in the almost sterile apartment of white walls, furniture, and carpeting. Coasters festooned clear Formica topped tables and white miniature electric lights garishly glittered an over abundance of domestic plants and trees. In the largest room, Ari was understandably too distracted to acknowledge his introductions. He was astonished to watch in open view to all, a single couple monopolizing a large sofa in an explicit act of sexual congress. A 6' stark naked dark hairy well-built man was crouched over his lover.

His left foot was on the floor, his lower leg hugged against the open side of the recliner. He used his left hand to leverage his waist and posterior, which was impaled by the indeterminate but likely lengthy cock of his mate. He obviously enjoyed the opportunity to raise and lower his ass in such a way that his partner's cock easily slid his rectal passage in long strokes. The impaled man's 7" to 9" cut cock would swagger stiffen and soften some to the tempo of the strokes.

The reclining impaler wore only a tank top, which revealed two hard brown nipples. He was comparatively stouter with a hairless torso and probably 3" inches shorter than his partner was. His fixed and focused expression betrayed an almost oblivious regard for the presence of the assembly. He was obviously enjoying the sensation deriving from the tight ass and his hips would thrust upward to meet the descending ass of his mate.

"Oh don't pay any attention to them. That is just Ken and Brucey. Brucey has a kinky performance problem. They can only seem to get it on when they are in the presence of others. . . Honestly, by now, it has gotten so boring." Obviously, it was not so to Ari.

Of equal interest, almost everyone else in the room was ignoring them or otherwise uninterested in conduct that would ordinarily be regarded too graphic and out of place for a normal social function. Ironically, it was only a lesbian couple within touching distance who sat shoulder to shoulder on the floor in rapt attention to every detail of the intense renderings. They were like two dogs watching their masters, not losing sight of any activity, lest they miss one of them toss a morsel of the meal for canine delectation. One was a husky woman with broad shoulders and shoulder length hair. Her friend seemed petite with two long braids. The large woman reached over and removed a strap from her friend's overall type outfit and started groping her about the breast and underarm. For a minute, I believe both Ari and I assumed the two would also break out into some explicit erotic performance.

"I've warned you two before. Don't you DARE get any of your cum on my expensive furniture." Our host flashed a melodramatic wide-eyed frown in their direction. "I can sprint and grab a kitchen knife in a flash. . . Don't you doubt that I would pull a Lorraina Bobbit on the both of you if I had a mind to?" He chuckled with that follow up.

"Fuck you!" The reclining man had just enough presence of mind to respond to our host's threat.

"Sorry Sweetems, as much you would like to, I am already taken. He turned back to us with a decadent leer. "Honestly, I had hoped the two of you would honor all of us by disrobing as much as you would be comfortable and giving us a show of what you two enjoy doing with each other. . . Blonde, have you told Ari about our get-togethers?" Ari shot back a look with enough urgency to communicate that he was not the least bit interested in complying with such an outrageous suggestion.

It was then that we heard a loud moan from the direction of the couch. The reclining man had grabbed his friend's cock with frantic strokes as globs of jism jettisoned on both of them and the hand embracing the throbbing gun. To the applause of the other guests, they both grimaced in a stiffened pose and our host was upon them instantly with smearing tissues to wipe away the eruptive discharges of their public coupling. Much to the amusement of all, tissues were being applied with special attention to the posterior entry of the recently impaled man as the copious jism of his reclining partner sluiced generously from that small opening.

As we were leaving, I explained that in previous festive occasions I had stripped and participated in casual sex, usually while others looked on. This was not unfamiliar social activity in this type of urban setting among close and discreet friends. It was especially encouraged for new couples to engage in sex play so that others in attendance would be familiarized with their particular preferences. "It actually cuts down on the rumors when your friends and acquaintances can see what you do," I used. "It doesn't speak well for privacy, but I don't think it is so bad if your circle of friends is tolerant. . . They certainly are a bunch of voyeurs and exhibitionists." We both laughed.

That night we bedded again at Ari's dorm room. We were frantic to deprive each other of all our clothes and our tongues danced about in each other's mouths, so impatient we were for physical union. He was so stimulated by the events of the evening; I was obliged to plunge my throbbing cock in his horny butt hole twice to alleviate his craving for contact. "Is that as hard as you can fuck? Stroke faster!! Thrust HARDER!! I want to feel you really bang me up there." The second time, I withdrew and sucked on his tool until it throbbed its release of passion fluid for my taste.

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The next weekend I was able to talk Ari into accompanying me for a three-day retreat to my home on the outskirts of the Appalachians. On the scenic drive there, our topics of conversation turned decidedly physical and I alerted my passenger that a wooded rest stop was up ahead where we could act on our building heated desires. He would mischievously reach to my lap and boldly squeeze about my inner thigh and crotch. I unconsciously opened my legs wider to give him better venue for his fondling.

At the parking lot of my chosen destination, the source of my stimulation smirked at the obvious difficulty I endured straightening myself as I stepped out of my car. Ignoring the other travelers at the information booth and scenic overlook, I led my partner down an obscure path into a densely wooded grove to enjoy our physical couplings in privacy. At the end of a smaller tributary trail, we heard moans. Overwhelmed by curiosity, we quietly crept along the diversion, encountering a crouching man sucking the ample cock of his standing friend.

"Well dudes, are you just going to stand there, or are you going to reciprocate by giving us a show?" The crouching man had turned to address us as they acknowledged our presence. He had dark features and wore a navy bandana and a black rock t-shirt. His jeans were open and pulled down just below the waist of his ass, revealing his own 5 or 6" fat cut cock. It glistened at the end, suggesting that it had been leaking pre-cum for some time. His 6'+ standing friend leaned against a tree with a crumpled looking open fronted flannel shirt, cut at half way up the upper arm of the sleeves.

The thick hair on his forearms matched the slight hair on his wide chest and sprinkle about his taut navel. The likeness extended to the long dark red hair gathered in a small ponytail, sideburns ending in a close cropped beard. His jeans were pulled down to his ankles, exposing his thick 8 to 9" cut cock, glistening with a slick coating of his partner's oral fixation. Wispy generous tufts of dick weed that even graced the sides of a low hanging nut sac surrounded it. He regarded us with a slight frown of disapproval.

I awoke Ari out of a stupefied stare by reaching and unzipping his trousers to reach beyond the cloth barriers and withdraw his gender prong. It seemed almost uncivil not to respond to our new acquaintances in similar kind. Not surprisingly, my own partner's sex probe was moist, warm and swelling as my fingers fumbled to release it from concealment. I placed his right hand between my legs, signaling him to attend to the growing heat and excitement in my own loins.